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Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

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I am not going to lie.  There have been times on this journey through life, in my life where I have been very depressed.  That kind of goes hand in hand with infertility.  To this day I haven’t met a person who has struggled to conceive and hasn’t had very low moments.  It’s painful.  It puts a huge strain on your marriage.  You have to turn towards each other, not against.  The only way out of this dark pit called ‘infertility’ is to turn to God, to trust Him and his timing, and to turn to your husband.  Don’t let this barrier come in between you.  God gave you this man for richer or poor, in good times and bad.  You aren’t alone in this.  No matter how lonely you feel you have God and your husband.  Always.  Some days were worse than others.  I’d say my second and third year in this battle was probably the hardest.  There is nothing more beautiful than to read the scriptures and KNOW God cares for you.  He loves you and he will help you through the hurt and pain.  You might not get the answer you were expecting.  You might realize you are supposed to adopt or foster.  That is the most beautiful gift you can give a child.  And that child is YOUR child.  It might take 1, 3, 10 years to get pregnant, it might not ever happen, but who knows?  You could get pregnant after you adopt, it happens every day.  God’s timing is not ours.  I know you don’t want to hear that.  I didn’t either.  It’s because we are such an impatient people.  Just remember, giving birth is such a beautiful thing, BUT you don’t have to give birth to be a mother.  Just get over that thought right now!  And when you are balled up in the cold porcelain  bathtub crying your eyes out until you feel you can’t cry anymore (been there), just remember these beautiful verses from Psalms that God has given us.

 Psalm 139

7 Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?

8 If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.

9 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;

10 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.

11 If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.

12 Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.

13 For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.

14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

15 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

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Author: Jeff & Meg

This is a story of two lovebirds who got in a little over their heads, or at times it feels that way, remodeling a little home built in the 1940's. Our journey has bumps and twists, ups and downs, but we wouldn't have it any other way! Please join us and our two poodles as we flip this old house and work towards the adoption of our first child!

3 thoughts on “Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

  1. i feel so honored that you have allowed me to be a part of your journey!! im nervous but excited to see what the future holds for you two =)

  2. I really LOVE you guys!!! you two are one of the most amazing peope that we have ever met 😉

  3. Thanks Nicole! We love you too! You’ve been the biggest encouragement to me throughout the years! I don’t think I would have gotten through all this without your support and knowledge.

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