Infertility Myth: If you already have one child, you know you are fertile and will have no problems conceiving again.

In honor of National Infertility Awareness Week, I am sharing my story to bust a common myth about infertility and hopefully encourage those that are currently fighting for family.  It is also my heart’s desire to open the eyes of those that did not endure such a fight so they can be better equipped to support and encourage women that are struggling to become mothers. Infertility is often taken too lightly by those that do not understand its pain. Whether a woman is believing for baby #1, #2 or #4, the realization that your body will not do what it was created to do and your dream of a child (or another child) may never come true is devastating. But there is hope. . .

It was the same month my husband had finally agreed to start trying. I received a call from my OB/GYN with the news. . .I had a hormone imbalance (as she simply put it) and it would be hard to conceive. “Don’t worry,” she said. “We have drugs for that.” Not knowing nearly as much as I know now, I didn’t want to hear about drugs. I didn’t want to have to take drugs to make a baby. How unnatural! I hung up the phone and cried. What do I do now?

The battle began.

A few weeks later I discovered that a new member of my church small group was an OB/GYN. I boldly asked her if she would look at my test results. She said it looked like PCOS (polycystic ovary syndrome) and told me she’d be happy to see me if I wanted to look further into it. This was more information and support than I had received from my current physician so I was anxious to make the switch. Thus began my incredibly encouraging and fruitful relationship with Dr. Rupe.

Within 4 months of first seeing Dr. Rupe, I had conceived with no fertility drugs (just the use of Metformin, which has been known to help regulate the hormones that become imbalanced with PCOS patients).  We were thrilled. At 7 weeks however, even after seeing a heartbeat, I miscarried our first baby. And then we were devastated.

The battle continued.

After much thought and prayer, my husband and I decided we would try fertility drugs (specifically Clomid) as they were pretty successful in helping women with PCOS conceive. The cost was low and the side effects were minimal. As I wrestled with the idea of not conceiving naturally, a good friend said to me, “When you believe it’s time to start a family, you do everything you can to fight for that family.” I knew this was part of our fight. Within 5 cycles, I had conceived again. And we were thrilled. . .again. This time, I made it through 8 weeks with a good ultrasound and strong heartbeat. But when we went in for our 12 week ultrasound there was no heartbeat. The baby had died around 8 1/2 weeks and we never knew it. This time I had to have a D&C which enabled us to test the baby and discover she had Turner Syndrome (one of the most common abnormalities that cause miscarriage).

And the battle raged on. Should I continue to fight?

At this point my doctor advised that I see a fertility specialist since I had experienced multiple miscarriages. We made an appointment immediately and after our first cycle with Clomid, close follicular monitoring and an HCG shot, we conceived again. Nine months later our daughter Hope was born.

I went back on the pill after having Hope because the pill helps regulate PCOS symptoms. We decided we’d wait a few years and go off the pill a few months before trying for baby #2. I believed what everyone said. . .

If you already have one child, you know you are fertile (or can get fertile) and will have no problems conceiving again.

I suppose that was true for us to some extent. We started Clomid in December and conceived in February. Almost immediately after seeing the positive pregnancy test, I began to bleed and knew I was miscarrying again. This time I didn’t have time to become attached to the idea but it was still hard. How could this happen to me again?

We grieved and the battle continued. Was this a new battle or were we still fighting the same one?

I waited for my cycle to start so I could begin another round of Clomid. Four weeks later I began to have very serious pain in my abdomen. I thought perhaps it was just indigestion but it seemed too severe for that. After passing out twice, my husband took me to the ER. They performed a thorough ultrasound and discovered an Ectopic pregnancy. I had conceived twins. One miscarried around 4 weeks and the other continued to grow in my right fallopian tube. The tube had ruptured and I was bleeding internally. I had emergency surgery in which they had to remove the tube. As if conceiving wasn’t hard enough before, now it had to happen with even more obstacles.

The battle grows. Were we supposed to have another child?

Four months later when I was released to try again, I returned to the fertility clinic and continued on Clomid. We knew I needed to produce eggs in my left ovary as that was the side with a tube. Each month for 4 cycles I produced 1 or 2 eggs on the left side. We were so happy my body was cooperating. We decided to do IUI for these cycles to increase our chances of conceiving. But each time we were met with disappointing news. It didn’t work, despite all of our ducks being in a row. I went in for my follicular ultrasound on the 5th cycle and to my surprise, I hadn’t produced any eggs on either side. This had never happened to me. Was it over? Was I out of eggs? The doctor explained we could try more aggressive measures such as injectables and IVF. It’s not that I was opposed to any of those measures. At this point I believed in any and all measures that could be taken to conceive and that the good Lord above, that I so intimately trust, had provided these measures for miracles to come to us. But we couldn’t afford it and I was weary, very weary. I left the office fighting back tears as I checked out at the front desk. Then, the sweet girl there let me know some of my insurance that I thought had gone through actually had not and I owed $800. $800 for treatments I knew hadn’t worked. Why not just flush the money down the toilet?!

Fighting, fighting, fighting.

Right before I walked out the doctor suggested a step-up Clomid protocol that they had been trying recently. He would give me Clomid again, immediately to see if I responded mid-cycle. I was not hopeful but took the prescription and headed to the pharmacy. Two weeks later I returned for monitoring and they discovered I had two big, fat eggs. . .on my right side. The doctor told me to go home and tell him when I got my period. I would not be getting pregnant this month. That evening I had dinner with two dear friends, one of which was my OB, Dr. Rupe. I explained what happened and Dr. Rupe said, “I believe this is the month for you. It can happen. Those tubes can flop around in there.” I knew it wasn’t likely but because my friend (and ironically my physician) said it was possible, I was filled with more hope than I’d had in months.

And the battled continued. . .with hope.

A few weeks later I reluctantly took a pregnancy test, expecting a negative result. To our surprise, we saw double pink lines. I was pregnant from eggs that somehow made it to where they needed to go.

A miracle. A battle won.

I am now 29 weeks along with this miracle boy. Looking back I never could have imagined he would come to us in such an amazing way. It’s not true what they say. . .that once you’ve had a baby, you won’t have trouble conceiving again. But you should have hope.

The truth is we never know what story is being written for our family.

Click here for more information about the battle of infertility: RESOLVE.ORG. Click here for more information about National Infertility Awareness Week.

Still fighting,

Jessica

I hope you all were encouraged by Dr. Rupe’s amazing adoption story. I lived through it with her yet I still get chills every time we talk about it. What an amazing reminder that sometimes the Lord allows us to wait for things so that he will get the most glory when it finally comes about the way he chooses. What a miracle story!

Speaking of miracles. . .Remember how I was believing that I would conceive this month even though, medically it was a long shot? The main reason I felt the grace to believe for such a thing was because of the faith of a friend. A couple of weeks ago I met Heather (sorry, I just can’t call her Dr. Rupe when talking so personally about our friendship) and our friend Donna for dinner. It was right after the appointment I wrote about where my eggs were on the wrong side (remember I only have one tube after my ectopic pregnancy) and I was asked to pay out the wazooo for fertility treatments that didn’t work. I was at a low point on my journey and I truly felt like I wanted to give up. I shared the update with Donna and Heather. Both were very sweet and encouraging but it was Heather’s response that changed everything. Here she was. . .not only my friend but my doctor as well and she said, “That’s no big deal. Your tubes can flop around. I really feel like this is THE month.” Did my OB really just tell me that maybe I could conceive against all odds? It was like a shot in the arm. . .both the reassurance of the slight medical possibility and my sweet friend believing when I didn’t think I could believe any longer.

I left that dinner feeling so hopeful. More hopeful than I had been when the eggs where on the right side. So I began to pray and ask the Lord for the near impossible (but not completely impossible according to my doc). I started to realize that if he did allow me conceive against the odds like this, it would surely bring more glory to him. Having a story like that would make all the waiting and the pain worth it.

So this is it. . .the post I’ve been waiting all year to write. I am pregnant!! Although we remain guarded having been through all we’ve been through in the past, our main hurdle has been cleared: that little bugger safely made it to my uterus (as was confirmed on an early ultrasound yesterday). I’m only 5 weeks along and perhaps I’m crazy to be sharing this news so soon but I feel like you all have walked faithfully with me through this journey so I’m committed to share all of it with you. I appreciate your prayers as we wait in hope for the next milestones: hearing a heartbeat in a week or so and getting through the first trimester. We are guarded yet we believe that he will be faithful to continue this miracle.

So once again I am reminded that sometimes he asks us to wait for things so he can bring them about his way. I am truly honored that he would use me and my story to bring glory to himself.

May you see his glory in your own life this season.
Love,

I am so excited that Heather is going to share her adoption story this month. You will not believe this amazing story. It’s wonderfully ironic (or maybe it’s providential) that she would be sharing about her adoption now. I wouldn’t dare steal her thunder and share any specifics but I will say their adoption process was a long and tiring road (much like the one I am traveling now) yet it ended in a complete, God-ordained, you-don’t-even-see-this-in-the-movies sort of way.

Two weeks ago I went back to the doctor to see if the additional drugs they gave me worked. They did. They worked so well I had two, great, big eggs on my right side. . .the one with no tube. When the tech gave me the news, I didn’t know if I wanted to curse or cry. That stupid ovary hadn’t produced ANY eggs for the past 4 months. And now that I’m at my whit’s end, it gives me two giant ones that will surely go to waste in the abyss of my tubeless, right abdomen?!? Pretty quickly after my initial disappointment, I felt a huge rush of peace. I just wanted to laugh. The doctor told me this month would probably be a bust but you never know. We proceeded to make plans for my next cycle.

When I told Dr. Rupe, she said she would pray that my fallopian tubes would flop around this month so perhaps the left one would catch one of those eggs. As crazy as it sounded, I began to hope and pray, knowing that it would be just like the Lord to do something crazy like allow me to conceive against all odds.

Now don’t get too excited. This is not the “I’m Pregnant!” post that I’ve been longing to write all year. I’ll actually find out this week though if I am. I have the most renewed sense of faith as I wait. I know that I’m probably not pregnant. It would truly be a miracle if I was. But I’ve not stopped asking him to do the unthinkable. I’ve not stopped believing that he surely could. And remembering Heather’s crazy adoption story reminds me that he can. If he chooses not to, then he has something else in mind for the next chapter of my story. I will simply pray for grace and provision as I wait for it to be revealed.

I’m praying that each of you will be filled with crazy faith this week. . .no matter what that means for you and your story.

Love,

I have been faced with several medical mysteries lately, that I haven’t been able to solve. Unlike shows like House, not all medical symptoms fit together in perfect pieces to give you a tidy diagnosis, that gets solved with a simple prescription. Most often, what I am able to do is make sure that nothing serious is going on, and give the body time to heal itself. Other times, specialist appointments or second opinions will be obtained. It’s often frustrating to the patient to not have the benefit of a specific diagnosis. It’s frustrating to me as the physician, as well… because OBVIOUSLY the doctor is supposed to know everything and fix everything? Right? Duh.

I think that spiritually the same thing happens. I am working on a series of posts to tell the story of my adoption journey. Much like Jessica’s current journey, it was not smooth. Even, knowing the magnificent ending to the story, as I sift through the details, I find myself again questioning the “why’s.” I try to fill in the diagnosis and find the reasons for the different things I had to go through.

Some of the diagnoses are not so obvious, much like in medicine. Bladder pain? Peeing all the time? Must be a UTI. Wait, but what happens when the urine culture comes back negative and the symptoms get worse? Sufferer through a loss? Must need to learn God’s faithfulness and sovereignty! Wait it happened AGAIN and AGAIN? But I learned that lesson already God? I don’t understand?

I asked Jessica over dinner the other night, “has your fertility specialist tried Yada, Yada, Yada….” Yes, she says. Hmmm, I scrunch my ever wrinkling forehead, as I try to think desperately of ways that I could “fix” her. I know this is something I don’t understand spiritually or medically. I know there will most likely not be a TV ending, where the intern discovers some rare insect bite* on Jessica’s toe that caused the problem all along! “A simple salve is all we need GOSH DARN IT,” I say and then we all laugh, hug and see a healthy baby in the next scene.

No, not likely.

But I will continue to stand with Jessica in faith that she will conceive. I believe soon. I will do my best not try to “fix” her, but to be there for her as a friend and support.

I don’t know that there always is a reason or a ‘diagnosis’ and that’s one of the hardest things to accept sometimes.

*There is no insect bite that causes infertility (you wouldn’t think I’d have to say that, but people believe everything they read on the internet)

Yesterday was one of the worst days I’ve had in a really, long time. I went to the fertility clinic for my routine day 17 follicular ultrasound only to find many, small, defunct eggs in my ovaries. This has never happened to me which means the fertility drugs aren’t working anymore. I held back tears as I met with the doctor who told me they would try additional meds to see if they could get these eggs going. If not, we’d need to move to more “aggressive measures.” He might as well have said, “If not, we’ll need to look at mortgaging your house if you want to have another child.”

I fought the tears that wanted so badly to cover my face and sat down to check out only to discover that the provision of God that I had proclaimed as a result of my insurance company oddly covering the cost of my ultrasounds, was not in fact provision but a mistake. And I was handed a bill for $600. Do you know what it feels like to pay for fertility treatments AFTER you already know they didn’t work? I wanted to throw up.

I ran to my car so that no one would see me when I lost it. I closed the door and did just that. I thought I was going to hyperventilate.

Why does it have to be so hard Lord? Isn’t the desire to have and raise children a Godly one? Why have you chosen not to intervene? Why won’t you have mercy on us?

When I pulled it together I found the strength to read the materials the doctor had given me about these “more aggressive” measures. Injectable fertility drugs and close monitoring for about $3000-$5000 a month (and they say it takes an average of 3-6 months for it to work). OR we go straight to IVF for $12,000-$15,000.

And then I cried some more.

Seriously, Lord?! Do you really want us to spend this kind of money for a life that we know comes from you anyway? WHY OH WHY Lord have you not intervened? Have we heard you wrong? Are we not supposed to have another biological child?

I spent the better part of the day and night angry and bitter. I’m not ashamed to admit that I had these responses. The burdens on my heart are many (there are several others I have yet to share) so yes, I am at the end of my rope and it makes me angry from time to time.

My husband prayed over us before we went to bed and although I still felt like I wanted to scream, it allowed my heart and mind to rest a bit.

This morning I awoke with fresh peace and perspective. Thank the Lord that his mercies are new every morning. I’m still disappointed and confused and overwhelmed by the decisions we have to make, but as I read Jesus Calling over breakfast I was reminded that I cannot face the circumstances that come to me unless I remain in his presence. As mother’s and women in general, no matter what we are facing we won’t make it unless we invite him in and hold him close. I can yell and scream and shake my fist at God but the moment I picture his precious and sacrificial son sitting next to me or wiping away my tears, my anger turns into raw and honest love.

I am asking him for new mercies. I think one of the things I wrote in the book in the chapter on miscarriage and loss is “Ask the Lord for strength to get through the day and then ask again tomorrow.” I guess I should take my own advice. I have no idea what his will is regarding our family. I am trying my best to take it one step at a time. I know he’s already intimately familiar with the story that is unfolding before us. I just have to trust he’ll lead us through this crossroads. I appreciate your prayers as we seek him.

Love,

It’s amazing how we can respond so differently to the same circumstances at different junctures. I’ve told several people this week – I’m not sure if I’m growing up or growing cold but I feel very indifferent about the fact that God said no yet again this month. My feeble, little mind keeps trying to understand why, if all of the parts needed to conceive are there each month, is it not happening. I’ve conceived four times before. Four times in four years, which is pretty remarkable for someone deemed “infertile.” And yet after repeated attempts with measures beyond any needed in the past, my womb is empty.

After learning that I was not pregnant again, I sat with my Bible and told God that I needed him to speak to me. I needed to know that he saw my disappointment and my pain. I opened right up to Psalm 119:49 and this is what I read:

Remember your word to your servant, you have given me hope. My comfort in my suffering is this: your promise preserves my life.

Our daughter, whose life we also fought for, is named Hope. He has literally given us hope. For that I am so thankful. I asked God last month if we were supposed to be believing for another biological child and I believe he said yes. I believe it was a promise. His promise preserves my life.

I read through Psalm 119:58 and then I read it in The Message where it says:

I beg you from the bottom of my heart: smile, be gracious to me just as you promised.

What an honest cry this is. I’m learning to be more honest with the Lord. He is not afraid of my pain. He is not afraid of my questions. He is full of grace and love for me. . .and for you.

As I’m sure many of us can say about some part of our life: I wish this were not my story. I would prefer to walk an easy road in establishing my family. But for whatever reason, God sees fit to lead us on this journey. The tension of walking and waiting is a hard one. I do not know what the next chapter holds, I just know I must put one foot in front of the other, one day at a time, trusting him to lead us.

Whatever journey you are on right now, will you trust him to show you the way?

I don’t even know how to write this post, nor do I really want to. But I’ve committed to sharing my journey with you here and so I must.

My mom left a note for my dad before we left her house yesterday morning. It said,

God said no again. We went shopping.

I wish it were that simple. I wish that the cute, new pair of shoes I bought after finding out our latest cycle (which included IUI) didn’t work really did make me feel better. But they don’t.

I’ve been through this roller coaster SO MANY TIMES. I’m not sure why it’s hitting me hardest this month. Perhaps it’s because I’m weary. Perhaps it’s because I’m on a very different personal journey of faith this year where I am purposing to really understand what I feel and what I believe rather than letting someone tell me how to feel or believe. And with that honesty comes raw emotion and lots of questions.

We’ve had some very, very hard trials in our family this summer and I’ve felt that I cannot handle several battles at once. So I begged God, I pleaded with Him to have mercy on us and allow us to conceive this month so I could overcome one battle and move on to the next. But His mercy didn’t come. Not in the form of a baby anyway. Not this time.

I want so badly to tell you that I know He has a plan and that I trust Him and that we should all believe because He is good and will hear our cry for whatever it is we are longing for. Although I know that is true in my heart of hearts, I don’t really feel like it at the moment so I’m not going to pretend. He knows my heart is broken and He’s not afraid of my responses. He understands my disappointment and I believe that His great mercy will allow me time to wrestle with the questions I hold in my heart. At the end of the day I will say that He is good because He is. . . even if I never receive the ‘yes’ I am contending for.

Thank you for your prayers. Know that I lift all of you up regularly as well.
Love,

For those of you girls out there hoping and praying you are pregnant, I wanted to do a post on 10 things to do during your TWW*. Since I am about to enter the TWW once again, I’ve been thinking about what I could do to make the wait less agonizing. Below are some of my ideas. I’d love to hear yours!

*If you don’t know what the two week wait is. . . I hate you because it means you are fertile and have never waited for a prego test to give you double pink lines. Wait, I take that back. Some of our readers aren’t trying to get pregnant yet. So some of you may not know what the TWW is because you’re not there yet. In that case, I’ll explain. The two week wait should be self-explanatory – it’s the two weeks you wait between the time you ovulate and the time your period should start. With the modern technology of pregnancy tests, the wait is really more like 8-10 days but who’s counting? It’s still torture!

10 THINGS TO DO DURING YOUR TWW

1. Buy something that makes you feel good
Shop therapy is my favorite kind of therapy. To get your mind off the wait, treat yourself to something special. A new outfit. A pair of earrings. Hey – if you can’t afford to shop because you are doing fertility treatments, buy a new lip gloss. Anything that might make you feel good!

2. Tackle a home project
I know, I know. Who wants to work while waiting on something so important?! You’d be surprised how focusing in on a project will keep your mind off of the wait. Dive into a project and focus your mind on that goal instead of the goal of getting pregnant.

3. Read a fun and mindless novel
This is another one that costs money but you can keep it cheap. Books aren’t that expensive and you can always browse the bargain section at your local bookstore. Find a book that won’t make you think or weigh you down. A good beach-read will do wonders for keeping your mind off what’s going on in your body.

4. Read the Bible
I’m sure it’s obvious by now that I am a Christian so reading the bible is a part of my regular (wish I could honestly say daily) life. Even if you haven’t read the Bible much, there are so many encouraging passages that will give you peace as you wait. One of my best friends, Kristy (who has had her share of two week waits), has a wonderful idea about using the Word during your TWW. If she ever gets around to finishing it (the poor thing has 2 small children, is pregnant with her 3rd and just moved to a new city), I will ask her to do a guest post here. No pressure Kristy! Some of my favorite verses are:

But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. – Isaiah 40:31 (KJV)

He places the barren woman in her home as the happy mother of children. – Psalm 113:9 (NIV)

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope, by the power of the holy spirit. – Romans 15:13

5. Write a letter to the child you are hoping for
OK this one may not totally get your mind off of the waiting but it can help you wait with purpose. It would be naive to think you are not going to think about possibly being pregnant at all during your TWW. Instead of wondering and worrying, take this time that you are feeling the most hopeful and prayerful about conceiving a child and write the child you hope for a letter. Let them know how much you are wishing and longing for them right now. I’m sure any child would love to read that letter when they are old enough to understand just how badly you wanted them. Even if you do not conceive this month, you’ll have a precious letter to give your child someday that tells them how much you prayed for their life.

6. Go on a special date with your spouse
Get all dolled up and go out to dinner and a movie. Enjoy these moments while you still can!

7. Rent a TV series you’ve never watched and get hooked
Are you one of the 50 people in the world who never got into LOST? Now would be a good time to give it a try. If LOST doesn’t interest you, try any other TV series you’ve not watched before. Just having something else to talk about (other than baby wishes) will help make your wait go faster.

8. Pick out a challenging new recipe and give it a try
I am no Rachel Ray, that’s for sure. I’ve always wanted to pick out a challenging recipe, buy all the ingredients I can’t pronounce and try my best to make it look as wonderful as the picture in the cookbook. This might be the perfect time to give it a shot.

9. Get yourself a mani/pedi
Enough said. A mani/pedi can make any girl feel better. Just looking at your cute toes and your beautifully manicured hands will help pass the time.

10. Pray for other people’s needs
Probably one of the best ways to get your mind off of your wait is to get your mind off of yourself. Make a list of all the other needs around you. I’m sure there are plenty of people who would covet your prayers during this time. Turn your thoughts to them and ask God to meet their needs.

Peace to you as you wait,

How do you like the final cover? It’s a bit different than the first round you voted on. I’ll spare you the details of the cover process and just tell you we are really excited about how adorably bold it is.

We are so thankful for you, our early adapters of this project. Your input on cover design and subject matter has been so helpful because we want this resource to be exactly what Christian women need to enhance their pregnancy experience. We thought it was time to give you a little sneak peek of the book content. We’ve included Chapter 1 below because I suspect that many of you are looking to get pregnant – if not now then in the months to come. Please keep in mind this is a rough draft. We are still in the editing process. We hope that this will be helpful to you and we welcome your feedback.
TPC Chp 1 http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=34934357&access_key=key-2lk4tz2bb385ki0owf02&page=1&viewMode=list
Enjoy!

Has God said ‘no’ to one of your recent requests? Something that seemed to make sense and fit so well into your plan? Has He closed the door to something that you wanted so badly? God has said ‘no’ to many petitions that I’ve brought before Him in my life. No matter how often He’s proven that His ways are higher than mine, it doesn’t seem to get any easier to hear the negative reply.

I knew going into this month that medically my chances of conceiving the first time through a cycle of treatment at the fertility clinic were low but it happened with our first child so I hoped and I prayed. There were many reasons I felt it had to happen this month. 1 – A March due date worked perfectly for me. 2 – We’ve been through too much already and enough is enough. 3 – We have other family trials we are facing right now so if we could just overcome this one, I could move on to the next one. 4- Surely He wouldn’t want us to shell out this money again next month. . .and so on and so forth. Although it seemed like the perfect scenario to me, it must not have been because He said ‘no’ this month. I am not pregnant.

Proverbs 13:12 says, “Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is the tree of life.” King Solomon in all his wisdom acknowledges the disappointing reality of delayed fulfillment and the life-giving satisfaction that comes with a God-given ‘yes’. One of the most important factors in anyone’s waiting is the ability to deal with disappointment. The first step is being honest about our disappointment, the second step is believing His heart is for us no matter what His answer to our request. I am definitely disappointed that I am not pregnant but at the same time I feel a deep peace because I know He loves me and knows what’s best for me and my family.

Each and every step on this journey is teaching me more and more how to let go of my planning. I may never understand why He chooses the timing He chooses but I have to trust Him. I’m probably repeating myself from my many posts about trying to conceive and the disappointments that have come this year. But I feel like the peace came so much quicker this time and I hope that means I’m finally getting it.

As we wait for Him to say ‘yes’ to the longings deep within our heart we must take it one day at a time. I am one to look months, even years into the future to script life out and without fail I’m forced to erase those scripts and start over again and again. If only I would learn not to write ahead in the first place. But like I said, I think I’m finally getting it.

It’s a ‘no’ for me this month so back to the altar I go. As I continue to lay my request before the Lord I am compelled to lift up the requests of others as well. It’s easy to become very self-involved when petitioning the Lord for something. How refreshing to turn our focus towards others along the way. Would you help me stay balanced in my prayer life by sharing how I can be praying for you and your needs? Please post a comment with your requests. You can be as specific or as vague as you are comfortable with. I would be honored to join you in prayer.

Love,
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