That is, if I can set my nine* failed assisted reproduction cycles against his eight gold medals. It’s hard to say which accomplishment required more effort, endurance, and sacrifice.
Today’s results were negative, in case you didn’t catch that.
I’m disappointed and wondering what comes next, but still in faith for whatever the Lord has in store for us.
I read these words this morning before I left for the clinic, words that I want to be increasingly true of me, words that are being worked in me by God through this lingering trial of infertility:
“Whom have I in heaven but you?
And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you.
My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.”