Yesterday, I woke up feeling anxious. One day to go until the blood test that would reveal the outcome of this IUI cycle.
Yesterday, I served in the nursery at church, holding someone else’s fussing baby in my arms, standing and swaying until she calmed and slept. As the weight of her warm face pressed into my shoulder, wistfulness swelled and sighed in my heart.
Yesterday, I witnessed several young persons profess their faith in Christ and be baptized. Moms cried happily, dads proudly joined our pastors in lowering their children into the waters and raising them up again, and tears silently rolled down my cheeks as I wondered if we would ever have the joy of having children, of seeing them come to know the Savior and join his bride, the church.
Yesterday, I started to bleed.
Yesterday, Jesus Christ was the same, a rest for the weary.
Today, Jesus Christ is the same, God with me.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, and all my tomorrows, Jesus Christ will be the same, my only hope and peace.