My daughter gives words to a grief I have never touched. For those who grieve and those who stand with them in helplessness. May we all learn to mourn with those who mourn and rejoice with those who rejoice.
As Mother’s Day quickly approaches, I find myself being more aware of my emotions than usual. The Mother’s Day – Father’s Day stretch is a killer for me. From cute Mother’s Day traditions to baby dedications at church, I am constantly on edge. For the past couple years I have silently ducked out on Mother’s Day, too overwhelmed to participate in the joy and happiness of my favorite families. My delightful husband would take me away for a weekend and I would process my grief in silence. I was struggling with how I wanted to handle this year’s holiday when someone sent me a message asking my opinion on an article posted in Christianity Today, titled Why the Church Needs the Infertile Couple. While I don’t claim to be a theologian by any stretch of the imagination (you all start using words like eschatology and my brain simply shuts down), this article…
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