I often find that writing/journaling helps me think through what I'm feeling and to process things in my life and so I have journaled since about high school. As I mentioned in a previous post, I want to be open and honest. Most days now I am doing well by God's abounding grace and mercy and there are some days here and there that my heart just aches. Often you all see the times when I'm holding it together and doing well but sometimes when you see me I am hurting deeply inside or you just don't see me on my bad days. Thank you all for your prayers and encouragement. Some of you have mentioned to me that you're amazed at how well I am doing and how strong my faith is, and for that I am humbled. My prayer is that even through this journey that is sometimes difficult for Andy and I, that our story would reflect Christ and what He is doing and not us. I am blessed to have such a wonderful husband who is encouraging and is always by my side!
~Whitney~
September 5, 2012
Every couple weeks I make a trip to Meijer. While I’m usually there to buy food, I often find myself meandering about the store (as my husband can attest...lol!). Sure I only need some bread or milk, but a detour through the home goods section never hurt anyone, right? Every once in a while I find myself wandering through a more painful section of Meijer. The baby aisle. Call it wishful thinking, but I sometimes feel drawn to all the little outfits, furniture, and products that are designed for that little bundle of joy. Sometimes it makes me hopeful. Hopeful that one day I will have a reason to step foot in the baby section of a store without someone else’s baby registry in hand. But sometimes it just makes me ache when I see the large bold letters “Baby” across the center aisle. “That’s not for me,” I think to myself. Bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom accessories? Yes. Baby section? Not me. I don’t belong there.
Maybe you can relate. Perhaps you are on a similar journey as I am on, or the time(s) you have been pregnant resulted in your little blessing returning to heaven before you have met him/her, too, and seeing all of the baby clothes at the store just brings to mind too many thoughts of what could have been. Maybe you are struggling through infertility as I am, and the baby section is another reminder of dashed hopes every month.
So what’s a girl to do? I can’t avoid Walmart, Target, and every store that sells baby things.
For the most part I feel pretty good about my trips to Meijer and Target. But there are some days where it just hits me like a never-ending freight train, and I feel overwhelmed with sadness that I don’t belong in the baby section, even though every part of me hoped and thought I would this year. I might not belong in the baby section, but I do belong somewhere much more comforting—at the foot of the cross.
“But Jesus doesn’t turn away the grievers. “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.” I am called blessed. And I’m promised His comfort.
This is blessed assurance. It’s like a great big sign at the foot of the Cross that says:
“You Belong Here.”
Clinging to the foot of the Cross,
~Whitney~
September 6, 2012
Where does one start when trying to somehow write what is in one’s heart? As I sat next to my amazing hubby tonight while we were watching a movie. I always look over at him once in a while since I just love looking at him and thinking about how much I love him. Tonight was the same but sad thoughts came to my mind as they do at times on this road of infertility we find ourselves on. As I looked at him I just thought about him as a dad someday and all that we had dreamed about together. Dreams that may never come to pass because of my health issues. It deeply saddens my heart and brings tears to my eyes every time I think about it. He has been so wonderful throughout this whole journey and loves me for who I am and never once put the blame on me. The human part of me cries inside and think that somehow it’s all my fault. It’s hard to look in the mirror sometimes and love myself because I know the hurt in my heart and how very very much I would give anything to be able to get pregnant and have a baby with Andy. I always dreamed of getting married to the most wonderful man (which I did!) and having OUR children. Instead, all around me beautiful babies are born to our friends and families. Please don’t misunderstand....I am always happy for them but I also hurt inside and wish that it was my turn. Please Lord, when will it be our turn? Why do we have to go through this? Why put this desire in my heart only to seemingly turn a deaf ear to our cries? Oh I know, I should trust God...and I do...but sometimes some things just don’t seem the way that they are “supposed to be”. Sometimes I cry out to God “why? Andy would be the best dad! If not for me then please answer our prayer request for him. I love him so much and it pains me to know that he may never have his own kids because of me. Because of ME. ME.” My heart is heavy and somehow all these words don’t even begin to touch the pain that is in my heart. I guess I will finish this later as the tears in my eyes are making it hard to see the computer screen anymore.
tearfully,
~Whitney~
September 14, 2012
Going into marriage you’re very idealistic. You don’t dream that
you’ll have fertility issues, but that’s a reality. As hard as it is
to picture that I might never have a baby that looks like Andy, God is still good and He still loves us. He hasn’t forgotten us because the picture looks different than what we thought it would. We hope that will change, but if it doesn't it will still be okay. At the end of my day, I can still praise God for what He has done in our lives.
Growing in God’s Grace,
~Whitney~
September 15,2012
The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still. ~Exodus 14:14~
September 16,2012
The LORD gives strength to his people; the LORD blesses his people with peace. ~Psalm 29:11~
September 29, 2012
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
October 22,2012
“Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us." ~Ephesians 3:20~