If you dread Mother’s day.
If you think about skipping church on that Sunday.
If you cringe when the pastor says “Would all moms please stand and be recognized?”
If you have to remain seated.
If you pretend you are praying along for those who stood when you are really hiding the tears forming in your eyes.
If what you want most is to belong to such club but the invitation never comes.
If that Sunday only reminds you of the emptiness you carry around in your womb and in your heart.
If you refuse to skip it because you will not let infertility define you.
If you have to skip it because the pain is just too great to bear.
If the innocence of “when the time is right…” is long gone from your life.
If you avoid babyshowers.
If you have to work at being happy for your pregnant friends.
If you circle around the baby section of department stores, going out your way to avoid them.
If you dodge new moms at church so you don’t have to hold their baby.
Please just know…
You are not alone.
We’ve gone before you.
We’ve hurt right with you.
We’ve been there and we’ve done that.
We’ve felt the same emptiness.
We’ve felt the same pains.
And there is One who is always near…
He holds all your tears in a bottle.
He knows you by name.
He sees you.
He hears you.
He loves you.
He created you.
He adopted you.
He is your ABBA.
Reach out to Him for He cares for you…
Raise a fist.
Raise a question.
Speak your doubt.
Speak your pain.
Give him your sadness.
Receive his peace.
Because the One who cared for…
Will also take care of YOU.