I have been in Minneapolis for work since Sunday afternoon, and let me just say, I was so grateful to be intermittently distracted by the conference...
I know it was entirely too early, but I decided to test on Monday anyways - just in case. When I got the negative, honestly, it was no big deal. After all, I KNEW it was too early. But then yesterday happened, and all my peace and composure flew out the window. One of my dearest and sweetest friends has been struggling with different issues with getting - and staying pregnant. Last week a preliminary ultrasound showed some cause for concern yet again. I have been praying nonstop for God to bless her and to miraculously place a baby where there appeared there was none. She had another ultrasound yesterday, and she sent me the picture of the teeny tiny precious child. I can't explain it; I was so excited that it was there, and I was so happy that this amazing woman was going to be a mother. But I was also instantly broken and hysterical. I can't help but wonder yet again: what about me? Why doesn't God want ME to have a baby? Will I ever have my own little one? Why not me?
I just wanted to indulge in a little self-pity, but at the same time, I hated myself for it. What kind of a person turns happy news into a pity party? What kind of a person takes someone else's joy and converts it into some twisted, perverse despair?
And then, this morning, another completely unrelated newsletter arrived in my email inbox - this one from Guideposts. This week's Mysterious Ways story? Yeah, it was about a woman who had spent two years in fertility treatment and was expecting her own little miracle now. I have to be honest, my first thoughts were to lash out at God. Was He really trying to encourage me, or was He truly just a cruel trickster that loved to play with my heart? Again, I made it about me and my own pain.
Then again, I began to think back over the last few weeks. I began to remember God's own messages to me about His identity. Did I really think Him cruel? No. Did I really think it in His character to carelessly play with my heart? No. The reality check brought with it the reminders from this very week about how much He does truly care for me. This conference has buoyed me with new friendships, new knowledge, and a whole lot of laughter. It also brought the healing balm of the love of old friends. At my very lowest over the last several days, He never left me there. There was always someone there at the exact right time. I hurt, and my heart broke. But the pieces didn't scatter. My loving Father was always ensuring that someone was there to collect them. And THAT realization is what has gotten me through this latest crisis of faith. No matter what happens this week, I know He will continue to carry me through - even if I may not see it at first.
