BRK06
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Imagine with me what it would be like if we all attended the same support group. However, instead of your regular support group leader, there is a special guest leader. Her name is Sarah. Not the Sarah who lives in the apartment down from you, or the Sarah who goes to church with you. The Sarah who will lead your support group this month is the very same Sarah from the Old Testament who inspired the name of this ministry, Sarahs Laughter! Yep! Abrahams wife, Sarah! The same woman who God blessed with a baby at the tender, young age of 90 will meet with you to offer you support in your journey through infertility! I imagine the scenario to be something like the following:
The ladies arrived for their infertility support group just as they have for the last several months. Beth had told them last month that she couldnt be here tonight because she was going out of town, but she had a friend coming to fill in for her. A friend named Sarah. Beth said Sarah had struggled with infertility for a long time and that God had finally blessed her with a son. It would be nice to hear a success story from someone who understands.
It was getting a little late and the special guest had still not arrived. Group members were wondering if she had forgotten or had gotten the dates mixed up when they began to hear some odd scraping sound coming from down the hall. Several ladies exchanged confused glances as an elderly, frail woman pushed a walker through the door as if it weighed a thousand pounds. An awkward silence filled the room as every group member involuntarily stared at their ancient fill-in. She wasnt quite what they expected. After all--she was old. Really old! Her face was decorated with wrinkles, hair thin from decades of age, but eyes still fiery with life. Sorry to keep you waiting ladies, but waiting is what Im best at! With that, Sarah threw her gray head back and cackled, breaking the stunned silence of the flabbergasted sorority. Who wants to start?
One by one, the group members broke through the astonishment of the moment, and began to tell her story. It was so amazing to realize that Sarahs experiences were so similar, even though her world was so different. She nodded her head in enthusiastic understanding as her new found sisters spoke of the frustration of watching babies born to everyone around her yet their arms remained achingly empty. Sarahs eyes lit up with the commonality of emotion she shared with the ladies as they recounted bad decisions and worse consequences of impatience while waiting on Gods plan to unfold. However, confusion wrinkled the fabric of Sarahs brow when a young woman collapsed into a sorrowful retelling of the latest chapter in the story of her desire to be a mother.
He said impossible. The doctor actually said the word impossible. The treatments havent worked. My body just doesnt respond, and my husbands count is too low. Its ridiculous for me to think Ill ever be a mother now. Compassionate friends offered loving embraces and quietly tucked tissues into her hands as the young womans words succumbed to sobs. Sarah just sat there puzzled and slack-jawed. What do you mean, impossible?
The frustrated young woman began trying her best to explain the intricate details of modern fertility treatments to a woman who had never experienced electricity or even ridden in a car, when she was suddenly interrupted by a loud, knee-slapping, ancient cackle! Honey, dont you realize that nothing is impossible with God? The only thing that is ridiculous is for you to forget that nothing is impossible with God! For the next hour, Sarah held her audience captive as she told in exquisite detail what it was like when God told her husband she would conceive--and she was 89 years old. She shared what it was like the first time she felt her baby move in her ancient womb and how unreal it was to really believe she was pregnant at 90. She laughed so hard she had tears when she offered to show the girls her stretch-marks--and did! No one could ever convince Sarah that anything was too difficult for God!
The end of the meeting came and one by one, the ladies bent down and embraced their new-found friend. She giggled as she patted each on the back and pulled coats and scarves around them. Keep warm, now. Its a cold night out there. As the last young woman stayed behind to lock up, she could hear Sarahs walker scraping its way down the hall. She could hear this elderly new mother recalling the events of the evening to herself and chuckling. Impossible? Not with God! And she cackled her way out the door.
This support group meeting was definitely one the ladies would not soon forget.
-Beth Forbus
I love this!!! Forgive me, but since my support group's leader is also a lovely woman named Sarah, I was totally picturing you shuffling down the hall with a walker and telling us about your son!


Remember, high BP or endo, or anything else, NOTHING is impossible for our God!!