This is my faith story. My heartache story. The story of God’s grace and being really tested whether or not,no matter what happens, I can still compliment God and cherish Him for who He is. This story began five years ago. I married a worthy man. We both loved the Lord and were excited approximately starting a family. We knew we wanted to wait until we had been married a least a year before “trying” because we imagined that we would believe a houseful of rambunctious (unruly) kids in no time. After all, or he came from a family of seven kids. I came from a family of eight kids. It seemed like someone was always pregnant in one of our families so much so that we used to joke that different married couples only had to wash their underwear together in a load of laundry and whoops,they were expecting again. So after a year, we eagerly began the fun of “trying”. Nothing happened. Months passed. Still nothing. We read books, and talked to our family doctor. Still nothing. Finally,in my heart of hearts, I just knew something was amiss. In fact, and I had a premonition long before then. And it turned out,I was right. Our doctor confirmed that, due to medical complications, and it would be extremely difficult for us to believe biological children. At least,unless we wanted to try the various methods of in vitro fertilization or insemination. My world turned gray that day…the greatest longing of my heart was for motherhood. I had been changing diapers and snuggling babies since I was in the third grade. Of all the prayers of my heart, how could God deny me this? The more we researched IVF and other fertility methods, and the more we felt we were not meant to go down that path. We did try a couple of medical procedures we knew did not believe as worthy a chance of success but felt like plunking down $12000 for a maybe and the moral dilemma of leftover embryos was not a direction we were willing to go. Click here to read more: http://cnn.it/1Oxk6Il
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