The text came out of nowhere from a number I didn’t recognize, and it read, “Hey just wanted you to know we had our first appointment with our RE specialist. I saw this and just teared up.”
With it came a follow-up text explaining who she was and a snapshot of what had prompted her to contact me. This friend had seen a thank-you note I had written on a framed display in a fertility clinic, one that I had signed with our names years ago.
I look back now and laugh as I see how one-directional I was. I knew God had arranged circumstances for me to encourage this friend as she dealt with infertility, but I had no idea that God would use this encounter to place a calling on our own family.
“Did you feel jealous? Did you feel sad? Did you feel…” I nodded to all her questions trying to remember exactly how I had felt. I told her the truth. Infertility had been one of the hardest experiences I had gone through.
I went home and prayed for this friend, for I understood her pain. Yet, I was many years separated from my own feelings, and her questions made me realize that I couldn’t easily remember. It was then that I thought about an old journal I had written during infertility. Truth be told, I didn’t remember much of what I had written in there, but my intentions were to find passages that told of my own feelings. I wanted to let my friend know I had felt the same way and that she wasn’t alone.
Jackpot! I found a plethora of passages describing my feelings and emotions in that journal. I had been mad, jealous, distraught, and confused and had written page after page detailing it. I had more than enough content to validate what my friend was experiencing. I shared with her some key paragraphs, and she said it was like I had put her own heart on paper.
The story could have stopped there. But it didn’t. My next post will explain how God used this journal to show us His plan.
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