I can still remember it vividly. A few years ago, Oilman and I went camping. We happened to be next to a couple with their adopted daughter. As the weekend progressed and we shared time over a campfire, they told us about their struggles to conceive. The next day as we packed up our camper to leave, the husband stopped by our site. He had been riding his bike on a trail and he felt the need to come see us, so he turned his bike around. He felt overcome by the holy spirit that he was supposed to share that God had heard our prayers for a family. I still think about that now and it brings me peace, because I know he has a plan.
For some who aren’t Christians, this may seem weird. I know what he was feeling because it has happened to me before. It is normally when a thought from out of nowhere pops into my head. It is normally to do something for someone else and may seem weird or random. I know it isn’t. God uses other people for his purpose.
I think of the day at our camp site when days like May 10th approach. For those of us with infertility, Mother’s Day is not a joyous one. It is a reminder of what isn’t or what has been lost. I also have peace, because good has come out of our path down infertility. It has made me trust God more, to enjoy where I am, to be more compassionate towards others, to judge less, and love more.
In the next few weeks I am doing additional testing to ensure another IUI is a good choice for us. To make sure that there wasn’t a specific reason for our miscarriage from the last IUI. I am hopeful for a positive outcome and am ready to move forward with whatever our journey becomes.