This time last year, I didn’t know it yet, but a big part of
my tide was about to turn.
It had been a year and a half since my last miscarriage, and
Jason and I were longing for another baby. And when I say longing, I am describing a deep,
multi-layered and primal, aching desire that can hardly be understood except by those who
have not yet had that desire met or who have had it in their grasp and
felt it slip away.
After our last loss, we waited the required amount of time
and then began looking for that next baby to come along. But none came. Months came and went and came and went at a grinding glacial speed,
and no new baby was among them. I
struggled with the emptiness of heart and womb, trying to heal from loss while
trying to fill with new life.
Finally, Jason and I sought help. Testing showed there was no problem at hand. “Unexplained Infertility,” the doctor
told me with a half-shrug that showed he understood no comfort would come from
his words. Our option was to keep
trying on our own, regardless of the countless empty months behind us, or to
begin taking a well-known drug that would increase our chances of
conception. One nurse told me, “If
you can get pregnant, you will
get pregnant on this drug.”
And before I knew it, I was once again standing before the
tide, waiting, willing, watching for any sign of its turning. I understood it might not. And I understood that even if it did, I
could still be immersed in loss once again. God doesn’t promise us that everything we want will go our
way. He says that He’ll work it
all out for our good.
This is not always comfort in your moment of turning – but it is a
quieter, deeper, more foundational promise of well-being than we can know in that moment.
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear... 1 John 4:18a
I could never understand that scripture before. But last year it was brought home to me. Fear comes, it does - and it always will - but when we know that perfect Love of the Father - when we really understand that no matter what things may come along to hurt or scare us, no matter what, that He'll be there to work it all out for our good - then we can weather that Fear. It comes, it howls and blows over us, and then it passes us by. And still we stand.
Fear. It’s
insidious. Even when the best
things are happening for us, the things long hoped for, it lurks in the nooks
and crannies of your mind. I’m no
stranger to Fear. I knew it
would come, before the hoped-for pregnancy, during the hoped-for pregnancy, and
even after the hoped-for baby was born.
If we don’t deal with Fear at the beginning of the season, it will just
keep returning – stronger and stronger – at the turn of each new season.
Hello Hurricane | You're not enough
Hello Hurricane | You can't silence my love
I've got doors and windows boarded up
All your dead-end fury is not enough
You can't silence my love*
So I stood on the brink of the turning of the tide, and I knew – even before I saw that the hoped-for child was on her way – I knew I had to plant both feet and wait to weather the storm of Fear that would be on its way. Oh I knew I could just abandon this desire and run. And I knew I could also allow myself to be tossed about by the storm of Fear, becoming a wrecked, ruin of a woman. Or I could count the costs and stand on Love.
Sometimes I would lie in bed, with my hand on my abdomen,
praying for new life, praying for health, praying for courage. Being on the edge of such a life
shaking force – the conception, carriage, and birth of a child, YOUR child –
can be one of the most awesome and fearful places we will ever be. The joy and fear are immeasurable. And knowing the taste of both, I had to
face them. I had to count the costs and face the possibilities.
Everything I have I count as loss
Everything I have is stripped away
Before I started building I counted up these costs
There's nothing left for you to take away*
So when we saw that little extra line on that beautiful test the morning of July 4, 2011, I was able to rejoice fully – knowing that no matter what would come down the road, Love would not be silenced.
Hello Hurricane
3 comments:
Beautiful, Jessica. I think some of your best writing is in these honest, heartfelt blog posts/essays of yours.
Jessica,
You are brave and beautiful. The poignancy with which you write usually brings me to tears. Peace be, little momma.
makes me think of the saying that 'bravery isn't without fear.. bravery is continuing on in the face of fear'.. you're a brave woman, Jessica. I'm blessed to count you as a friend...and happy for your joys.
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