baby

My sister is my hair stylist. The last time I was in Chattanooga, I stopped in for a cut & color (which was forever ago and I need to go again; but that's another story for another time.)

Stister (that's what I call her) has determined that the hubs & I are dealing with infertility too.  We may very well be, but we aren't too upset about this.  And to be honest with you, that fact surprises me.


I am can tend to be a control freak.  Not having control over this should be making me crazy.  But its not. And I believe the reason it isn't is because I am trusting Jesus to provide me with a child.  And if its not what He wants for me (right now or ever), I am ok with that.


But please know that everyday isn't this easy.  There are days when I feel so depressed, angry, upset, worried, and a myriad of other feelings about the fact that after almost 10 years of marriage, we don't have kids of our own.


I'm clinging to Romans 8:28 today:
:And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose." (ESV)