I really wish I was was better at
posting regularly. My problem is that I have a million ideas to blog
about, but either I can't decide which one to start with or every
idea includes photos, and I'm not very good when it comes to photo
editing or taking good photos to begin with.
Today is a photo free post, but you can
look forward (maybe) to some upcoming posts on some crocheted
Christmas projects I'm working on. I'm so excited about them and
can't wait to share them!
My point in writing today is to say
“Thank you.” I started thinking about my last post with my additions to Logan's list on what we want you to know. As important
as I think it was (and is) for others to know about how their words
and actions can hurt us (us being those who struggle with infertility
as well as help us, I want to focus today on how your words help us.
Over the past five years I have been
exceptionally blessed by the prayers and encouraging words of so many
people around me.
My in-laws' entire church pray for us
on a regular basis.
My best friend and her friend (who I
have only met once) pray for me on a regular basis.
My mother and her closest friend call
each other and pray together for Steve and me every day.
A wonderful woman with whom we used to
go to church and who has been through the infertility gamut already
and still deals with PCOS, prays for me regularly and calls me
occasionally to check and see how things are going.
Mothers of a few of my students, some
who have also been through a similar battle, ask me how I'm doing and
remind me constantly of their prayers for me.
Friends from college, high school, or
even middle school, have contacted me through Facebook or my blog to
let me know that they are praying for us and thinking about us.
Steve's friends, some of whom share our
belief in Jesus and others who do not, have repeatedly reached out to
us through prayer, encouraging words, or even offers of financial
help.
I have one coworker whose son bought
her a set of glasses I painted a few years ago. She uses those
glasses as a reminder to pray for me regularly.
My sisters remind me often of their
prayers for me.
My brother shows his support through
encouraging conversations and actually being interested in the
science behind IVF.
Both of my sisters-in-law show so much
support in the way they listen and pray and deal with hearing me tell
them often, “I think this could be the month.”
My Oma encourages us through her
constant hope and trust that our prayers will be answered.
My junior high girls small group
(they're all juniors and seniors in high school this year) continues
to pray for us.
My townies are always willing to lend
an ear, a shoulder, or a prayer.
I can't list all of the multitude of
ways and people through whom Steve and I have been encouraged by and
loved by through this trial (so please don't be hurt if I didn't
mention you specifically; I have NOT forgotten what you have done for
me, for us. I CANNOT forget it). It has very little to do with the
words that have been said, and far more to do with the love in which
they have been said. Without those prayers, that love, that
encouragement, that listening ear or supportive shoulder, I would not
have made it through these five years.
Thank you!
P.S. Speaking of my townies, please join me in praying for our friends Kristen and Andy as they also wait patiently for a little one from Ethiopa. Read all about on Kristen's blog Team Fuest.
