I don’t consider myself an advocate for infertility per se. More of a silent contender for those whose stories read a lot like my own. I’m not storming the hill like other amazing women but I am storming the gates of heaven begging God {much like I did for myself} to have mercy on women who are simply longing for what He creates – life.
I navigated through my journey of infertility with my faith as my guide. And now, I help lead this community of women, hoping to encourage those who are in the waiting, those who are just setting out on their path or those who have traveled so long they’ve lost sight of the destination. One of my greatest life passions is to share my story so that others know they are not alone and so that those who can, will make provisions for the millions of women who struggle to conceive.
I truly believe that if we are open, we can grow through whatever we go through. But the truth is, the journey to “the other side” is often long and always hard. Knowing your body doesn’t do what it’s supposed to do – can’t create or hold or grow life as it was meant to – is one of the most confusing, maddening, heart-breaking realizations. It’s just plan unfair.
We will never fully overcome the injustice of infertility because it will never go away. But together, we can rise up as a community of family fighters that will not rest until others begin to understand what it’s like to feel broken and incomplete. We must not rest until we find a way to communicate our stories in ways that others understand – enough to do something about it.
This is why, although I’m “on the other side” of infertility, I will reach back across the fence and grasp the hands of my sisters – to steady them, comfort them and fight with them – until they can join me in seeing their dream come true.
No matter what the other side looks like for you, you WILL be better for having crossed over. . .for having endured years of hoping, waiting, and fighting for your family. And when you find yourself standing within the fulfillment of your deepest longing, I pray you’ll also reach back for those who need you to continue to fight.
Infertility has given me strength.
Infertility has given me gratitude.
Infertility has given me compassion.
Infertility has given me perspective.
I am a better woman for having endured and overcome my battle of infertility. I fought for my family and I pray strength and grace and provision for others in the midst of their battle.
Will you join me in the movement to bring awareness to those fighting for family?
Beautiful post. I’m right there with you about storming the gates of heaven. I do my very best to pray for each and every blogger as I read and comment on posts. So that’s what I’m going to do for you right now. I pray that your ministry with infertile women becomes more and more powerful, more and more impactful. I pray that you will be able to help others feel that sisterhood you speak of, that they’ll feel your hand, your hug, from the “other side” and that you’ll help give them the strength that they need in order to get through one more IUI, one more progesterone injection, one more pregnancy test. Blessings upon blessings for your journey. I’m so glad that I get to raise my voice with men and women like you.