My heart goes out to her & any woman who is unable to carry a child to full-term and deliver a healthy viable baby! I know her grief, I know her sorrow. And I have friends who also share that same sorrow. While we were in the bathrooms crying because we would never get pregnant from the sex we just had with our husbands, we knew all too well there were other women at the same time deciding to abort their child, or those celebrating their pregnancy. My husband & I adopted, so did my sweet friend. But another friend just turned her heart to ministry and decided to serve the Lord. But I will never joke at a woman regardless of her politics that mourns being barren. And though we will live our adopted and foster and stepchildren, we still all longed to feel that miracle of life within us. And it breaks my heart that so many women are so cavalier about their reproductive ability! Life is certainly not fair, and only God knows the plans He has for each of us. I hope someday here on earth that my heart will no longer mourn the “what if..” of my life! I know in Heaven all will be clear and it won’t matter then. I’m just eternally grateful Jesus is my Savior, my loving husband opened his heart to adoption, and that God has blessed me in so many ways! And yes, one of my sweetest blessings is our adopted daughter!
Our first child was stillborn at 42 weeks; we still don’t know what happened.
After she died I went through a very bitter time, and as we tried to conceive and it wasn’t happening I faced the question of what I would do if we weren’t able to have children. Ultimately I came to the resolution that if I couldn’t have my own children I could still love the children in my life as if they were my own.
Our first surviving child was named Naomi Elizabeth. Naomi, for the woman who raised her daughter-in-law’s child and Elizabeth who was given her own child long after all hope of having children was gone. Both children were miraculous blessings for those women. And my daughter’s name reminds me that life is precious whether it is from our own flesh or whether it is from God’s provision through someone else.
The scene in “Facing the Giants” where the wife finally accepts that she will still love and follow God even if she can’t have children breaks me down every time.