To My Infertility Friends on Mother's Day

Mother's Day is here. Are you pretending today is just a normal Sunday? Not a bad idea. Are you putting on a brave smile and celebrating the moms around you? Way to be strong. 

I celebrated by doing the ugly cry in church. I'm not sure if the tears were connected more to Mother's Day or to the song lyrics, but nonetheless, I managed to be a puddle on the Mother's Day. I guess it's my tradition. 

Anyway, today brings to mind my many, many friends who are dealing with infertility and infant loss. Their situations are different, but each of them feels the ache: 

  • The one who expected to conceive quickly, but is beginning to wonder if something is wrong.
  • The one who has endured tests, treatments, and more, but still has not had a positive pregnancy test.
  • The one who has rejoiced over the pregnancy, then been crushed to hear no heartbeat.
  • The one who delivered a baby too early to survive. 
  • The one who feels trapped in treatments.
  • The one who longs to have another child, but cannot.
  • The one who always wanted to be a wife and mother, but sees years slipping by as a single woman.
  • The one who is waiting to be chosen by a birthmother. 
  • The one who was not surprised by infertility, but cannot help being crushed anyway.

I want to hug each of you today. Since you are scattered around the map, just know that I see you and pray that you find comfort in Christ today. 

The song that brought my tears today is called, "Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken." The lyrics are powerful, but the last verse gives me the most hope:

Haste thee on from grace to glory
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer.
Heaven's eternal days before thee,
God's own hand shall guide us there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.