Ok, I had to. The first time I saw this acronym I swore it was a bad word. You think so too!?!?! Why is that? The human brain is interesting. Why we see it as bad word is beyond me. I would think us Infertiles would see “MOTHER” first. Not, mother f… well you get it. Anyhow, I digress…
I’ve been diagnosed with this silly little acronym. A moment that will forever be remembered. I’ve always been told I was completely healthy and there’s no reason for the inability to get pregnant.
After speaking with my doctor for a few minutes, I hung up. And then teared up. I mean for the first time, I had at least a portion of an answer. It may not be all of the answer we need. But, it was a significant piece of the puzzle.Read more
As you are now aware, I’ve been struggling for some time and working to regain my health – mentally, spiritually, physically, emotionally.
I’ve never had what I would consider a life crisis before. Lots of mini issues, sure. Everyone has to scale back from time to time but this was my first full blown attack that left me broken in nearly every area of my life.
For the first time in my life, I’ve learned how crucial our physical health is to everything we do. Everyday we live like we’re invincible. But, when you become so sick you can’t function on any level, you realize just how small you really are.When my physical health tore down my daily capabilities, I had to do what it took to create space in life to focus on regaining my footing. So, that’s exactly what I did.Read more
Wow, what a ride. It’s been one of life’s seasons when things seems to ebb and flow about as smoothly as the ocean waves in a hurricane. One minute there was peace and calming. The next I was drowning. That’s what this road has been for several months now, causing me to go quiet. Blogging had gone by the wayside save for a few guest posts.
But, honestly, I had lost my will to write, share, and encourage. It’s been a season where I myself needed the encouragement and was in no condition to offer it to others.
Sounds selfish. But, truly, my soul had gone into the depths of despair and depression.
I knew things were getting bad when I started withdrawing. Having gone through bouts of depression before I know the warning signs – reclusive, lost interest in hobbies, friends, loved ones, fatigued, loss or gain of appetite, headaches, dizziness, etc. The bitterness… oh, the bitterness…
I feel like every time I write a blog post, I get more and more candid about the depths of my personal thoughts, struggles, and fears. I almost feel like I’m over sharing! But here’s the thing, I KNOW others deal with the same issues. The thoughts and fears we have are not ours alone, they are impacting many. So, I feel obligated to write about it anyways. I can only pray that it will help someone.
Remember when I was describing some of my current woes and how tough life had been lately? How when we experience turbulent times we need to remember God’s promises? When I was encouraging you to stay in His word and constant prayer (or fervent prayer as is the popular aphorism these days thanks to War Room & Priscilla Shirer)?
That was only a couple of weeks ago but, get this – things did not get better for me. Read more
Brooks and I have had the privilege of visiting Glacier National Park this summer. The beauty of this park has been paralyzing. The gorgeous mountains, the wildlife, the colors, bright blue sky and even the valleys have all left a lasting impression on my heart & mind of God’s handiwork.
As dramatic and beautiful as the mountain formations are, the valleys render their own version of exquisite testimony that really got me thinking. Read more