My Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day can be pretty rough for me but lately I have been wanting to be an encouragement to others rather than dwell on what I am not or don’t have. Katie over at Paradise Praises gave me the chance to guest post about Mother’s Day and how I deal with it so others can be encouraged. Please check out my post: For When You Don’t Belong on Mother’s Day.  45c5d53e93196ef2a9d5766ac1a2dd96


Not Fitting In- The Social Effect of Infertility

Ever feel like you don’t belong? One of the ways, I feel like I don’t belong is with friendships. Friends usually choose each other based on common interests. When in high school you usually hang out with those in your class, sports team, or social clubs. In college you find people with the same majors.

Finding friends as a grown up is a little bit harder, but there are still groups. You got parents of such and such age group (MOPS, playgroups, etc.), singles, those who are divorced, empty nesters, career minded adults, etc. Churches cater to those groups and often base their Sunday School classes on those divisions. Now enter my husband and me- happily married and in our 30’s and no kids. We don’t fit in and this is a social effect of infertility.

social effect of infertility

How have I dealt with this?

My husband and I usually try out several different Sunday School classes until we have find the right one. Sometimes it is with people our age, sometimes it is with older people (empty nesters). I think childless couples need to  put themselves out there more to find connections and friendships. I am not saying that we can’t be friends, even good friends with people with kids, but it is harder. I have found a few wonderful friends that are also childless and it feels so good to have a connection with someone who knows what life is like.Continue Reading

Broken- A Poem about Infertility


infertilityThis is a poem I wrote when I was feeling very depressed about my infertility. I think I wrote it sometime in 2008. It may not be a perfect poem in literary style but it is an outpouring of my heart. I still read it to comfort me when I am having a bad day.



Broken to be used

Empty to be filled

Still a woman

Without a womb

Still a wife without a child

God is still God

Without answered prayer

I am still used though I am broken

To not make a son

But to glorify the Son

Not to love one

But to show God’s love to many

Peace my soul

Peace my heart

Peace my womb