Hospital appointment this morning and 17 days in, we’re cancelling this round of IVF. For some reason the meds aren’t working – and as it’s never happened before, the consultant doesn’t know why, or where to go from here.
Can’t find the right emoticon for the moment. But one thing that’s there is this: gratitude. Thank you – for all your prayers and support. It’s not the news we wanted, but those prayers have been answered in a huge way. Here’s how:
We’re okay. We know that the Lord is in all of this; even though it’s not how we’d do it (and I’ve told Him this).
My mum has been praying for us and has spoken the gospel to me – which is incredible.
We’ve known real protection in our marriage through the ups and downs of the whole crazy business.
So far I’ve resisted the urge to shave our cats and put them in a pram.
Healthwise, I’m as strong as I’ve been for many years. Some bits don’t work – but I am thankful for being here and taking up space and all the miracles that take place internally every second and I always take for granted. There was a time when none of this seemed possible. And this is the business of life; not running from it, but engaging in it and being squashed – but not crushed.
I need Jesus and I was forgetting how much.
I don’t have it in me to do tomorrow or this week. But right now, I’m sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea and I know God’s here. I know it because you’ve been praying for us.
O give thanks to the LORD, for He is good; For His loving-kindness is everlasting. (1 Chronicles 16:34)