In God’s Time
As I sat among my closest friends one evening, I realized the conversation had changed. The intricately planned weddings and house buying conversations had changed to Boppys, mamaroos, nosefriedas, and bumbos - so many terms I knew nothing about. And while my heart was incredibly happy for my friends, my mind kept telling me, I was missing something. I went to about 6 baby showers in a two year time frame. I felt bombarded with emotions that were opposite of the fruits God called me to bear. For the most part, I felt I held it together, but at one of the last showers I attended, I remember getting in my car afterwards and crying my eyeballs out. Another day, I was out grocery shopping when a friend’s mother commented on how all my friends we’re either pregnant or already had a baby and when were we going to join the club...? Instant heartache. As I held back my tears that day, I could only kindly respond with a forced smile, “In God’s time.” I...