Remembering

A few weeks ago at church our pastor’s neighbor, who also happens to be a pastor, shared his story with us. He was devastated by his cancer diagnosis, but God was about to do some very cool things. The pastor randomly picked a doctor who happened to be a Christian. The doctor was moved by the his story and decided to give him his entire course of treatments for free. But an even bigger miracle was coming. After his church family prayed for him, the pastor was completely healed. He even has his original test results to prove it.

As I sat there listening to the pastor’s story all I could think was, “That happened to me too!” Not with cancer, but with infertility. In 2006 our doctor decided to do an HSG to check my uterus and fallopian tubes. Adam and I both clearly remember looking at the pictures—I only have one fallopian tube and it was completely blocked. On top of that, I had a major hormone imbalance. “Your only option is to do in vitro fertilization,” the doctor told us. We ended up trying it and still didn’t pregnant. But a year and a half later, God shocked us with a surprise natural conception. He made a way where there was no way.

Four years and three babies later, our miracle story is part of our identity as a family. I love remembering the way I prayed for the life I’m now living. But sometimes in the daily chaos of raising these kids, I almost forget.

It hasn’t been any easy week. Sleepless nights, a fussy baby, tantrums, messes, noise. I’m exhausted. But this weekend is Mother’s Day and I can’t not think about God’s blessings to me—both in my own amazing mom and my kids.

The Bible says we should share what God has done. I’ve just started telling our story to Skylar, Micah and Autumn. They don’t understand it all yet, but it’s still fun to tell them. I hope it builds their faith the way it builds mine.

I would not call myself a woman of great faith. I’ve always been more on the skeptical side. I don’t know why God chose to answer our prayers with a big, fat yes while others continue to wait. But I do know that our God is a God who performs miracles. He is powerful and His love is unfailing. I want to remember that as I face my problems today, and especially as I think about friends still facing infertility this Mother’s Day weekend.