A for Adventure

So, as we climb to 11 months of infertility, (ouch, it hurts to say that word), I find myself in a place void of joy and really really feeling sorry for myself. As I look back at my posts, I was doing, what I thought, was good after Everett died, we have worked through that pain, there is not a day that we don’t miss what could have been with our son, but we were healing. I think a lot of that healing was all tied up in with the hope of another child -growing our family. As each month gets checked off the calendar, that hope dwindles a little more every day and I sit and wonder what God has for me since obviously it is not another child. I feel like every month, I give it all back up to His control and then find more ways to try control the situation, behind his back. ha.

I had a friend pull me aside and say “you don’t want to be that person, when they get what they want, they forget where they have come from and have nothing to show for the time that they were unhappy.” Absolutely. I don’t want to be that person.

In an effort to speak joy, I am going to post for the next 14 days, the joy that I DO have in my life! And a fellow blogger, who I have respected so much during her journey, says it best, Find Joy Now!