Friends, today I write to you from Dallas, TX. Yes, you read that correctly. I’m in Dallas, TX for national training to begin a women’s ministry in Athens. But let me back up, because the title of this blog post is “Why I’m Grateful for Infertility,” after all.
Here’s the thing, whether we choose to accept it or not- God’s ways are higher than ours. His thoughts are not our thoughts, because He knows everything and sees the entire picture. We see a teeny tiny blip and yet we still think we should be able to boss Him around and ask Him to acquiesce to our plans and our ways. But friends, we all know that’s just not the way it works.
A few weeks ago I wrote about our struggle with a season of infertility. Since then dozens of people have contacted me to say “me too.” And while it’s comforting to know I’m definitely not alone in this, it also hurts my heart to know that others know this pain and longing.
I digress. Friends, God is the author of all that is good. He is our provider, our source, and our shepherd. Every single thing He gives us or withholds for a season is not without purpose. It is in the classroom of infertility that I have learned greater empathy and deep sorrow, but I have also been able to say without a doubt that my God is still good. He still loves me.
Because if I’d gotten pregnant on my timeline, I wouldn’t be in Dallas right now. I wouldn’t have met an incredible woman who introduced me to a ministry that is needed in Athens. I wouldn’t have been able to enter into the suffering and heartache of others who are trying to conceive. I wouldn’t know Him the way I do now.
So even though I never would have written the story this way, I can say thank you. For all of it. Because friends, when we compare our season or story or accomplishments to someone else’s, we’re not giving God the glory He deserves for what He’s done in our lives. We’re so distracted with the longing for what we don’t yet have that we cannot live with purpose in the plan He’s already laid out for us. May it not be so! Let’s say thank you in the thick of it and champion each other to live in our story and run our own race.