I’ve had this on my mind for a while now. I know that there are many people out there who believe that as Christian’s you should not seek out the help of ART. That you should pray harder, practice more faith and just believe that God is going to bless you with children in His time.
I know that God’s time is perfect. I know that He wants what is best for me. I know that He loves me above and beyond my wildest imaginings. And I know that through this journey of infertility He is shaping me, testing me, guiding me and moulding me. Sometimes in ways I cannot fathom.
I was thinking a lot of how miracles happen all the time and how I was hoping that this time, the miracle would happen to us. I was wondering if we were doing the right thing by moving ahead with our third fresh IVF. During a conversation with a friend who is going through a tough time, it hit me. A miracle aha moment.
When one thinks about the miracles that Jesus performed, He had to work with something first to make the miracle happen. Think about it. Water into wine. Five loaves of bread and two fish to feed five thousand. Friends who had enough faith to lower a cripple man through the roof to his feet, a woman with a blood issue to touch him etc.
I’m the calmest I’ve ever been going into a treatment. Even my freaky bleeding has not really phased me overmuch. I think I’m finally at the point where I can honestly say that I’m letting go and letting God. I’m working with the doctors at my clinic so that God has something to work with to complete a miracle in my life. Our 3rd fresh IVF is the work that we need to put out there, so that He can breathe life into my womb.
I’m believing for our miracle. In a calm and “given over to God” manner. I have faith that this is going to be it. May His will be done.