Infertility is such a touchy and sad subject. I know because I lived it for years. Watching all of my friends get pregnant while I was aching for another child. My husband and I each had our own child, but we wanted a child together. There were many nights I would cry out to God and ask Him why couldn’t I get pregnant again? Did I not deserve a child?
I finally realized that it had nothing to do with deserving a child or not. I decided to trust in God because He will do what is best for me and my family.
Endometriosis was taking over my organs. I had to make a decision soon whether or not to have a hysterectomy. This is when I looked towards the sky and pleaded with God. I prayed that night that if he wanted me to have a child then I would hold out until I was 32 to have the surgery. Once I turned 32, I was having a hysterectomy if I wasn’t pregnant by then. I had come to the realization that I might not get pregnant by then and I was okay with it. I was just about to turn 31 at the time.
The weirdest and funniest thing happened. We went out to eat at Subway when I looked down and saw a free magazine. Written on it was an article about a gynecologist in town that specialized in fertility. Now, I live in a small town so I didn’t think that we had any infertility specialist in our town. I took a deep breath and made an appointment. He suggested that I should take an infertility pill called Clomid. After a few weeks of taking Clomid, I became pregnant!
I kept thanking God for granting the desires of my heart. A few weeks later, I was at Hobby Lobby and came across this verse (1 Samuel 1:27) to hang on the wall. It was my verse that I claimed. I hung it on the wall in the baby’s nursery.