I am preparing to share my testimony this afternoon with the ladies at Iglesia Bautista Rio Claro. When speaking about my experience with infertility, I always include the following excerpt from a book entitled, “When Empty Arms Become a Heavy Burden.” This excerpt is actually from a letter, the author of which was not a Christian. I honestly do not know how I would have survived the heartache of that time in my life without God. Even when I was angry and questioned what He was doing, I had to believe that God is sovereign. Many of you have never experienced infertility, but each of you will undoubtedly encounter women in your church or circle of influence who are hurting immensely over this issue.
The letter describes the extent of the pain that an infertile woman can experience. Speaking of the human heart, the author says:
You connected it to everything. Every sight and every gesture, every cell in every tissue in every organ in every body registers somewhere in the heart. To touch a new baby, to contemplate eternity, to ovulate, to bury a grandmother, to love a man—these, and a thousand other events coagulate, and somewhere in the thick purple muscle of the heart, form a longing: to have children. It is not an irrational desire. It is, in fact, the natural order of things. It is unnatural only inside a woman who is barren. Then this longing, this sweet harmless longing, turns on itself, clogs the openings to the heart, hardening many of the tender spots, breaking it in places, and finally, in desperation, exploding. All that is left is a great gaping hold that will never be filled.
"Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God."2 Corinthians 1:4
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THANKS for posting this. I might link to this post, if you don't mind.
Although I don't actively grieve my infertility anymore, I know several who do, including my sister, who has miscarried three times now and who described a scene to me last night that I have lived over hundreds of times in my own past...waking up sobbing in the middle of the night and being unable to stop as well as unable to return to sleep for the crushing ache and sadness. I know that we have family and friends who need to understand this pain and void better in order to help her (and others) bear this burden...
--Thanks again,
Mindy
What a Thanksgiving blessing to find that "When Empty Arms..." continues to minister. Sending this with a prayer for your ministry.
Sandra Glahn
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