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Old Jul 16th, 2013, 14:33 PM   5911
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Old Jul 16th, 2013, 18:19 PM   5912
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Sarah that pic made my day.. that is definitely me but I don't really have anyone in my "real" life to talk about ttc to as most people don't



 
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Old Jul 17th, 2013, 07:23 AM   5913
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Old Jul 17th, 2013, 07:25 AM   5914
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Never let go.


I have a favorite song. Do you? They play my favorite song on the radio all the time and every time they do, I turn up the volume and sing along like a teenager! If the apostle Peter were alive today, I like to think he’d like my favorite song, too.

Let’s talk a little about Peter. You just gotta love Peter! A part of Jesus’ inner circle during His earthly journey, Peter was rambunctious and often spoke before thinking things through. He did everything with a wild fierceness--including loving and denying. Maybe I like Peter because I see a little bit of myself in him.

Perhaps my favorite story about Peter is found in Matthew 14 where he and his buddies are huddling together in mind-numbing fear in a rain drenched boat in the middle of the Sea of Galilee. They were facing a certain death unless something miraculous happened. They looked out onto the Sea, and their miracle came walking to them on the surface of the waters! Jesus appeared to them in the very middle of their storm.

Enter Peter. Peter sees Jesus walking on the water and decided he just had to join Him. Maybe he thought the storm would die down before his feet danced on the waves. The thought of water splashing in his face and choking him was not in the forefront of his mind when he leapt out of the boat. Believe it or not, I’m not being critical of Peter. Would I have had the faith to step out of the boat? I really don’t know. But Peter did and he joined Jesus on a stroll that no one else ever had.

Peter was not totally successful that night, though, was he? Before he’d had a chance to hardly get his feet wet, he took his eyes off of Jesus--for only a moment--and he began to sink. Maybe you can relate to Peter, especially in the arena of infertility. You step out of the boat of frustration and disappointment to tell your husband and your friends that you will not let infertility drag you down anymore. You know God has a plan and you’ll wait patiently for it. Then you have lunch with a friend, and the table next to yours hosts a woman with a newborn baby--the same age yours would have been had you not miscarried. You take your eyes off of Jesus for a moment, the pain of infertility splashes you in the face like a thousand hurricanes, and you begin to sink. Maybe it was the commercial that played during your favorite tv show: Having a baby changes everything. Not having a baby changes everything too, including your firm footing on the sea of pain and disappointment. Before you know what hit you, you’re drowning--again.

What’s going to happen to you? The same thing that happened to Peter. Immediately Jesus stretched out His hand and took hold of him...(Mt 14:31) Peter cried out to Jesus to save him, and without a moment’s delay, Jesus rescued him.

This is probably the point where you’re expecting me to tie this up with a pretty bow, and tell you how this applies to your struggle to have a baby. Nope. I’m not there yet. I haven’t even told you what my favorite song is. (Have you guessed yet?)

The part of this story that I want you to focus on is not actually something that you read in Scripture. Instead, I want you to focus on what we don’t see in this passage of Scripture. When did the writer tell us about Jesus letting go of Peter? After He reprimanded him for his lack of faith? After they got back in the boat? Did He hang on to him just long enough for him to catch his breath, and then let go again? No. In this account of Peter stepping out of the boat, walking on water, and needing to be rescued once more, there is never any mention of Jesus letting go of Peter.

While this doesn’t mean that Jesus and Peter walked around holding hands for the remainder of Jesus’ earthly ministry, I do not believe that that little tidbit of information was left out on accident. Jesus didn’t let go of Peter during this story. He knew just how long to hold on to him until he could stand strong, and He didn’t let go one moment too soon.

Here’s the bow--and the song! He’ll never let go. Through the highs and through the lows. Through the calm and through the storm. Through infertility and the marital stress it brings. He’ll never let go. Through negative tests and miscarriages. Through positive tests and happy delivery rooms. He’ll never, ever let go. (In case you’re wondering--Never Let Go by Matt Redmon is my favorite song. Incidentally, he wrote this song after he and his wife suffered back to back miscarriages.)

If you can relate to Peter--trying, failing, stepping out, falling down--remember what Peter knew. Jesus will never, ever let go of your hand. If you listen closely, you may just hear Peter humming my favorite song.

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Old Jul 17th, 2013, 07:50 AM   5915
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hahaha That cartoon reminds me of a really nice story.

When I was 9 we moved to a small farm. The first animal we actually got was a dog. Her name was Sweetie. We rescued her from my Father's family who abused her. She was not an inside dog and we made her a happy little house in the summer kitchen. She was the kindest nicest dog in the world. We rescued another dog a few years later and she had been abused as well so Sweetie shared her happy summer kitchen house with the new dog Sadie. When we got Sadie we had no idea that she was pregnant. Late one night on a very cold winter evening she gave birth to..17 puppies. 8 of them died. We didn't know if they died during the night or were dead upon being born. But Sadie nosed the dead puppies out of the basket, which is common for dogs to do. Well Sweetie went over and picked up those little babies and put them in the basket with her. She cleaned off the puppies and kept the little babies warm. When we saw what had happened with the little puppies we had to remove them for obvious reasons. Sweetie was not willing to give up those babies. She was hoarding those babies and was NOT going to give them up. She cried and howled for 3 nights afterwards. So we bought her little toys that looked like puppies. She carried those little toys around everywhere. She always brought them in her basket at night and she never let another dog even near them. Even though Sweetie passed away almost 16 years ago we still have one of her little babies.



 
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Old Jul 17th, 2013, 08:03 AM   5916
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I found this prayer online...


Dear Father in Heaven,

I pray to you today to protect and guide all of Your children who are plagued with the devastation and frustration that fertility issues cause them.

For all of the women who are going through egg retrievals today, give them peace and calmness to alleviate their fears and physical pain. Bless them with an abundance of viable eggs and healthy fertilization. Watch over the development of the babies and keep them warm and safe in Your Hands.

For all of the women who are going through embryo transfers today, give them patience and hope for all of the blessings that You may endow on them. Give them healthy and strong babies to survive the difficult yet joyful journey that they have ahead.

For all of the women who are going through the two-week-wait today, give them courage and strength to wait for the joyous news. Allow them to focus on the positive outcomes and to pamper and treat their bodies as the shrines they are.

For all of the women who have faced a cycle that was unable to fulfill their dreams and have made the decision to try again, bless them, Father, for they carry on in spite of pain and disappointment. Strengthen their resolve and show them the joy of their commitment by blessing their homes with a new life in the cycle to come.

For all of the women who have journeyed through the deserts and have found no more strength to carry on in the face of such bitter disappointment and frustration, shower them with Your Love. Give them peace and remove any grief and anger that they rightfully feel. Open their hearts and their souls to Your Word and to Your Will. Show them paths and choices that might lead them to the desired end.

For those who have received the blessings of a child, protect their family with Your Strength, guide them to Your Way, show them Your Love and leave Your Imprint in their hearts to have them be beacons of light for the rest of the world.

In Your Blessed Name, we pray. Amen.



 
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Old Jul 17th, 2013, 08:05 AM   5917
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hahaha That cartoon reminds me of a really nice story.

When I was 9 we moved to a small farm. The first animal we actually got was a dog. Her name was Sweetie. We rescued her from my Father's family who abused her. She was not an inside dog and we made her a happy little house in the summer kitchen. She was the kindest nicest dog in the world. We rescued another dog a few years later and she had been abused as well so Sweetie shared her happy summer kitchen house with the new dog Sadie. When we got Sadie we had no idea that she was pregnant. Late one night on a very cold winter evening she gave birth to..17 puppies. 8 of them died. We didn't know if they died during the night or were dead upon being born. But Sadie nosed the dead puppies out of the basket, which is common for dogs to do. Well Sweetie went over and picked up those little babies and put them in the basket with her. She cleaned off the puppies and kept the little babies warm. When we saw what had happened with the little puppies we had to remove them for obvious reasons. Sweetie was not willing to give up those babies. She was hoarding those babies and was NOT going to give them up. She cried and howled for 3 nights afterwards. So we bought her little toys that looked like puppies. She carried those little toys around everywhere. She always brought them in her basket at night and she never let another dog even near them. Even though Sweetie passed away almost 16 years ago we still have one of her little babies.
awww, that's so sweet!



 
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Old Jul 18th, 2013, 07:42 AM   5918
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Ambulance Weight


Special thanks to Emma Bustard of Northern Ireland for sharing this amazing story with us today. I know her story of perseverance in prayer will encourage you as it has me.



It was the dead of night. Darkness shrouded my bedroom and also my heart as I awoke to a disturbance downstairs. I shared the upstairs corridor with my two younger sisters aged 12 & 17 and so I took care to step over the creaky floor board to avoid wakening them. I silently descended the three flights of stairs to the family room and all at the same time my heart also descended within me. I heard dad before I saw him. A catalogue of ill health since the age of 18 he was now writhing in pain with his head buried in a basin. My mum looked up at me with eyes that apologised to her firstborn that I was again witness to dad’s suffering; but I knew she was thankful for my presence in this desperately lonely moment as she helplessly sat at dad’s side. Dad had lifesaving surgery for colon cancer 17 years earlier, which had resulted in an ileostomy. Many complications had led to the subsequent removal of more bowel and now, just a couple of days into the new millennium, dad’s remaining bowel had twisted, causing strangulation and gangrene. As we waited on the ambulance the sights, sounds and smells pierced my senses and I knew that the shadow of death was looming over my dad’s pitiful body. Finally we heard the crunch of heavy ambulance tires on stones in the driveway. One male and one female paramedic rushed into the room – time was of the essence. Dad was put on oxygen and administered pain relief; he was swiftly strapped onto the trolley and placed into the back of the ambulance. As the paramedics were preparing to leave I spoke with mum in the hallway; receiving instructions before she set off to follow the ambulance. By now I had expected to hear the scream of the ambulance siren but instead I heard my dad’s screams filtering into the house. The female paramedic appeared in the hallway panic-stricken; the ambulance had broken down!

Whilst she desperately tried to call for back up, dad’s screams were growing louder from inside the ambulance. I ran to the closed doors of the ambulance to offer an explanation and as I retreated through the hallway to hear news about back up I knew that we needed God to turn up! I prayed – not eloquent words and sentences but something akin to Morse Code! I stopped in my tracks as God responded to the SOS; an instruction to waken my sisters and push the ambulance. “What? God are you serious? Push that ambulance?” I was dumbfounded as I glanced over my shoulder and saw the paramedic attempt to resuscitate the dead lump of an ambulance. I scaled the three flights of stairs in seconds and wakened my sisters, barking instructions as only an eldest sister can! “Get up! Dad is sick! We called for an ambulance! It has broken down! God says we have to push it! Put on your trainers – quick!!!” The three of us arrived in the family room with our trainers on. As the female paramedic’s desperate tones made their way down the telephone line, my line of communication with God was still open and clear; we grabbed mum dragging her through the hallway and into the cold night air. “We have to push the ambulance!” I told the paramedic, still behind the wheel of this dead metal beast. He looked completely aghast at my suggestion but knew by the determination flashing in my eyes that there was no point arguing! After the count of three, a mother and her three daughters pushed that metal hulk with all their might. Did I mention that the driveway gradually inclined to the roadway? Mission impossible! The ambulance began rolling silently backwards towards us. I prayed – I am not sure what, but I prayed! “Once more! One more time!” I knew that we could not give up now and foolish as I looked, it was not God’s intention to make a fool of me for being obedient! We did push again and this time I believe that God lightly placed His mighty right hand on the back of that ambulance. The metal beast spluttered and sneezed into life and the female paramedic climbed aboard and set off into the night with the precious cargo. God answered SOS prayers that night as dad made it to the hospital for his lifesaving surgery.

Since 2010 I have been praying that God would move another beast; the mountain of infertility. Very graciously He gave me a promise just weeks before I received a diagnosis of Primary Ovarian Failure at 30 years of age. He said “...for truly I say to you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘move from here to there’, and it will move; and nothing will be impossible to you.” Six weeks after receiving this verse on a little card attached to a gladioli bulb at a praise service, I sat in the fertility clinic with my husband surveying the steep incline of this dark, ominous and looming mountain which was casting the shadow of death over all our hopes and dreams. However, God had made another promise four years earlier in 2006 as my mother-in-law battled through her last few hours on this earth with cancer. God very unexpectedly promised us a daughter and He gave us her name.

Seven years later we still await the fulfilment of that promise; only God is able to move this mountain of infertility. The slopes are perilous with the rocks and boulders of physicians diagnosis, insensitive words of others, impatience of others as we limp along on our journey, pregnancy announcements, scan photos all over Facebook, catching a glimpse of a pregnancy bump, someone striding behind the travel system that I wanted to push my baby in, a baptism in church, the cry of a newborn, the complaints of sleep deprived mothers. The list is endless – isn’t it? I have never conceived so I have not experienced the heart-sickening trauma of miscarriage or infant death; these boulders have not blocked my path so I do not pretend to understand. What I have understood however is the importance in persevering in prayer. At times it has been a series of incomprehensible dots and dashes that the Spirit translates through His groanings as I spell out my SOS. Prayer has been a tear-drenched bed. Prayer has been a whisper. Prayer has been a gut-wrenching roar. Whatever the shape and size of the prayers I know that God bends low to hear them; He collects my tears in a bottle and the prayers of the Saints in gold bowls.

I love the acrostic P.U.S.H. I am not sure of the origins of this acrostic but I know that Elijah knew how to Pray Until Something Happened. If Elijah had not stretched himself out on the lifeless body of the widow’s son and cried out for a third time to the Lord, would He have raised that child from the dead? If Elijah had not sent his servant for a seventh time to look for rain, would the Lord have sent that tiny cloud that signalled the return of rains in a parched land? Only God knows. Only God knows the perfect blueprint for our lives. Only God can take pleasure in our child-like prayers, our tears and our prayerful stubbornness. Dear friend, whatever your prayer, do not give up until you receive an answer; it may not be the answer you are expecting and it may not be your idea of perfect timing but know that God does not ignore our prayers. I am so glad that I prayed and pushed that ambulance for a second time; God did that which was humanly impossible and I was witness and testify to it for His glory. I know that He can dismantle every mountain that blocks my path. He is able. When you grit your teeth through the detail of another birth plan from an excited expectant mum, or hear the blow-by-blow account of another delivery, remember that you too have the option to P.U.S.H!

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Old Jul 19th, 2013, 08:09 AM   5919
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God In My GPS


I saw God in my GPS!

Okay, before you think I saw an outline of Jesus in the shape of a lake or golf course, allow me to explain.

I once took an 1800 mile-4 day road trip. Since I didn’t really know exactly where I was going, I typed the address into my handy-dandy GPS and took off. The slightly robotic voice of my apparently directionally omniscient electronic guide would tell me when to turn and which direction to point my vehicle. After what seemed like an eternity, I found my desired destination and conducted the business we were called on to perform. Isn’t that just like God?

You see, I started off on a really long journey, and I wasn’t exactly sure how to get to where I needed to go. I had never driven there before, so I needed some help. (Are the parallels with infertility becoming clear yet?) Just as I came to a fork in the road, a voice would call out “turn left” and I knew to bear to the left. When I followed the GPS’s directions, I got where I needed to go.

I learned some valuable lessons on this trip. I learned that it does no good to argue with your GPS! A couple of times, the voice would tell me to turn a certain way, but I decided I wanted to go another way. I’m sure I looked insane talking to a small computer suctioned to my windshield. “I don’t want to get off on this exit. I want to go five more miles down the road--didn’t you see the sign for the outlet mall?” The GPS voice was relentless. If I passed the exit it wanted me to take it would keep calling out directions, telling me how to turn around and go back to the place it was sending me. It did no good to argue. The GPS “knew” the destination, and it “knew” how to guide me there. It was somehow determined to get me there.

I did figure out one way to get away from the GPS. I could turn the volume off or just unplug it. I could figure this out on my own. I was honestly getting a little tired of this unseen person guiding me down twisty, narrow roads in the hills of Virginia. I’d figure it out on my own.

No, I wouldn’t! I got lost. I didn’t have a clue where to go, so I sheepishly reached over and plugged the GPS back in. It got me where I needed to go.

Isn’t this just like the journey you’re on?

Infertility can be long and hard, and you don’t have a clue where to turn next. After all, you’ve never been on a journey like this before. Thankfully, we have a guide much more reliable than a GPS. God the Father walks with you through this journey. He goes before you and prepares your way. He’ll guide you down paths you never even knew existed to bring you to the destination He has planned for you. It won’t always make sense. There will be times when you don’t want to hear what He has to say. But if you turn a deaf ear to Him, you’ll find yourself like me when I turned off the GPS. You’ll be lost. You’ll make the wrong decisions. You’ll find yourself having to make a lot of U-turns. The ramifications for wrong decisions in your journey are way more important than whether or not I got to a meeting on time. Listen to God. Let Him tell you where you need to go.

One more important parallel in my story. My GPS only told me to turn just as I approached my exit. It didn’t tell me 500 miles away when I was about to turn left. It waited until just before I reached my turn. What would have happened if the voice of my GPS rattled off every turn and every sequence as I was pulling out of my driveway? “Turn left. Go 200 feet. Turn right. Go 3 miles. Turn right. Travel 114 miles. Exit left....” All the directions for the 1800 mile trip were needed, but not all at once. I needed to know where to turn, just when I needed to turn. Not 1,000 miles before.

God will let you know what you need to do as you need to do it, but you have to play the game His way. He will probably not fill you in on every detail of your infertility journey the first time you speak to Him about it. “Yes, child. There will be infertility problems, but I want you to try on your own for 6 months and 2 weeks. Then I’ll send a friend to tell you about a support group meeting at your church. You’ll go there for 4 months and I’ll send someone else to tell about their doctor. You’ll make the appointment which will be 17 days away, but on day 15, I’m going to give you an uneasy feeling about it, just as you are...” God doesn’t work that way. You have to trust that He’ll guide your steps, one step at a time, until you reach your destination.

Yes. I saw God in my GPS!

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Old Jul 22nd, 2013, 07:26 AM   5920
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Romans 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

I just came across this story through a friend and thought it significantly appropriate for us today. Maybe it is for you too?

An African king had a long time friend who always looked at everything positively, always saying "This is good!" even in the face of the most difficult situations. Hunting one day, he was preparing the king’s guns. When the king took his first shot, his thumb was blown off. Though the friend realized that it was his grave mistake for not properly setting the gun, and even in the face of this furious, bleeding king, he looked at him and said, "This is good!" The king was LIVID, and ordered that his friend be thrown in jail immediately.

A year later the king was hunting in an area where he should have stayed clear and was suddenly captured by Cannibals. They tied him up and were preparing to cook him when they realized he had no thumb. They didn't eat anyone who was less than whole so they released him. Upon his way home, the king pondered the event that had taken his thumb in the first place. He went straight to the jail, told his friend what happened and apologized in tears for sending him to jail like he did. His enthusiastic friend looked at the King and replied "This is good!"

The king, taken aback once again said "What do you mean 'this is good!' I sent you mercilessly to jail and you’ve been suffering for here for an entire year – how is that good?" His friend responded unwaveringly, "Well, if I had not been in jail, I would have been with you"!

Some of you may be following our plight, as for the last four days we have been trying to get out of Israel on standby tickets to America for our tour. All our luggage sits packed and ready to go. Even the airline is perplexed about how overbooked the fights have been – they say they’ve never seen the likes of it. This morning, the day we are supposed to finally fly, we awoke to a serious sherav (desert windstorm), rain, snow and hail around Israel, trains and even some flights were cancelled. We are shocked but trusting in the God of Israel’s perfect timing.

We hope this has encouraged you to trust in your difficult situation. Let’s leave it in the Lord's hands today, and all say it together in faith…. “This is good”!

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