I thought for a long time that I had failed spiritually somehow and that’s why I couldn’t have children. I think I got to the point of not caring this past year when I did things “my” way and adopted my babies and got a hysterectomy.
Mother’s Day is always hard on me because for the past 10 years, I’ve been the outcast. This morning, I was looking up a Psalm that my sister had found and came across this:
1-6 “Sing, barren woman, who has never had a baby.
Fill the air with song, you who’ve never experienced childbirth!
You’re ending up with far more children
than all those childbearing women.” God says so!
“Clear lots of ground for your tents!
Make your tents large. Spread out! Think big!
Use plenty of rope,
drive the tent pegs deep.
You’re going to need lots of elbow room
for your growing family.
You’re going to take over whole nations;
you’re going to resettle abandoned cities.
Don’t be afraid—you’re not going to be embarrassed.
Don’t hold back—you’re not going to come up short.
This is the Psalm – she remembered it because I said that I’ve always been sick and in pain. I can’t remember ever being “normal” but that I’ve done more than anyone could have expected.
1 “Many a time they have afflicted me from my youth,”
Let Israel now say—
2 “Many a time they have afflicted me from my youth;
Yet they have not prevailed against me.
3 The plowers plowed on my back;
They made their furrows long.”
4 The LORD is righteous;
He has cut in pieces the cords of the wicked.
I’ll write more later about it, but I wanted to make sure it was up somewhere I could find it. Hugs to everyone who feels like the Bible forgot them and that they failed because they are sick. You didn’t and you aren’t. You are just walking a different path.