12 Who has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand,
And marked off the heavens by the span,
And calculated the dust of the earth by the measure,
And weighed the mountains in a balance
And the hills in a pair of scales?
13 Who has directed the Spirit of the LORD,
Or as His counselor has informed Him?
14 With whom did He consult and who gave Him understanding?
And who taught Him in the path of justice and taught Him knowledge
And informed Him of the way of understanding?
15 Behold, the nations are like a drop from a bucket,
And are regarded as a speck of dust on the scales;
Behold, He lifts up the islands like fine dust.
Isaiah 40:12-15
I was running late for church, and thought I would slip in the back door, unnoticed. The students were offering a dramatic presentation and the lights were off except for a spotlight on the main character on center stage. To be honest, I dont really know what the point of the drama was. I just remember the line the young lady was speaking as I was quietly sneaking down the side aisle. She was quite dramatically saying I can understand why God would love pastors and missionaries. I can even understand why He would love me. But I dont understand how He could ever love someone like her!
At that moment, the spotlight was to shift to a shabbily dressed character who was to hobble down the aisle toward the stage as a song was to begin and the main character dramatically pointed to focus the attention of the audience on the teen patiently waiting in the back of the auditorium. Youll never believe what happened instead! The teenager who was manning the spotlight must have gotten a little confused and instead of spotlighting the correct character, he placed the spotlight directly on me as I was creeping my way down the aisle in my pitifully unsuccessful attempt at being unseen! (Lets add to the mix that I had chosen to wear a bright red jacket that night!)
I have never wanted to crawl under a carpet so badly in my entire life! You could hear snickering all over the sanctuary as I frantically searched for an empty seat--which I could not see because of the blinding light shining in my eyes! Why wouldnt that kid turn the light toward the girl he was supposed to spotlight? I finally fell into a pew and slid next to my friends husband, who was in absolute hysterics by now. We sat there and giggled like school kids for the rest of the drama. I had crashed a church drama and had never been so embarrassed in my life!
My really bad timing spotlighted the fact that I was not the person taking the role in the drama. Another person had the role in the drama and I did not. I didnt really know what to do or say, and all I wanted to do was to get out of there! Except for the humorous aspect of it, its a lot like what happens when you must come face to face with another womans pregnancy.
Seeing a pregnant woman is probably one of the hardest things that an infertile woman has to face day by day. You know the type. We bump into her every day. Shes cute, glowing, rubbing her perfectly round belly, giggling as she tells her perfectly coifed best friend that the baby has the hiccups again. In those moments, we fight difficult emotions--anger, jealousy, sadness--followed by such guilt. Its not that you resent blessings given to someone else. Its not that you are a selfish, uncaring person who despises when something good happens to someone else. Youre just afraid the miracles will run out before you are blessed. It seems like you should be able to turn your head and see a glaring spotlight shining down on you! One that spotlights just how pregnant she is and how baby-less you are. Its almost as if you can hear someone standing at the center of the room saying I can understand why God would give a baby to this woman, or to that woman, or even to me. But I dont understand why anyone thinks Hed ever give a baby to someone like her! And the glaring spotlight shines on the baby-shaped void housed in your heart.
Friend, do you realize that God is unlimited in His abilities and His abundance? If He chooses to bless another with a baby, it doesnt mean that He will run out of miracles before your name is called. Scripture reminds you that the greatness of God is unfathomable. The greatest nations on earth are nothing more than a drop in the bucket to Him, the oceans measured in the palms of His hands. This great God is working to bring together the story of your life, and has masterfully designed the role you will play. Your life is not a mistake. Your infertility is not a mistake! Hes working through it. His ability to bless you is not diminished by the blessings He bestows on others. Hes passionate about you and the role you play in His grand design.
-Beth Forbus