Cotton candy and kettle corn permeates the air. The shrill shrieks of children all around, frolicking in the fun. Families everywhere enjoying this carnival of life.
My family, fresh off the loop de loop, still feeling rattled like a rock thrown in a coffee can and kicked down the hill, now stands in front of the fun house. The past six months we have survived an intense round of fertility treatment,s, a Frozen Embryo Transfer, which led to a pregnancy, but was followed by a tragic miscarriage. We endured two surgeries this summer, and just completed another double embryo transfer. Our last two Ice Ice Babies
Holding hands, as we face this crazy house, we see two entrance doors, each heading upwards. Each with its own fun and own scares.
Through one side we will encounter a funny mirror that stretches my body out, makes me gaunt....long in the face. We may walk through those halls just the three of us, and never any more. However....through the other door will be a mirror that distorts horizontally. It's farther away. As we approach it my body will widen, and expand. My cheeks will be thick...my smile will stretch from one ear to the other. This hallway will grow our family in number. Which of these mirrors will we look through? Which entrance shall we walk towards?
Holding hands, as we face this crazy house, we see two entrance doors, each heading upwards. Each with its own fun and own scares.
Through one side we will encounter a funny mirror that stretches my body out, makes me gaunt....long in the face. We may walk through those halls just the three of us, and never any more. However....through the other door will be a mirror that distorts horizontally. It's farther away. As we approach it my body will widen, and expand. My cheeks will be thick...my smile will stretch from one ear to the other. This hallway will grow our family in number. Which of these mirrors will we look through? Which entrance shall we walk towards?
As you know, we've just been on the last roller coaster ride available (see my last post here). We've used up all of those little green tickets from the carnival box at the gate. I know for others it feels like a 'just happened' event. For us the weeks have felt like a Stretch Armstrong time machine.
Suddenly, a bright red clown phone rings on the porch. It is incessant. The "brrrr-ring" is exciting. It is scary. I find my hand on the receiver. By all appearances it is steady and my voice is collected. The words from the nurse on the other end tells us which door to take. Chris and I look at each other. He leans down to pick up Noah, and adjusts him on his hip. I open the door, and as a family we walk towards the mirror.
The mirror shows good news for our future.
Join us in celebration and in prayer for the miracle that God has worked in our lives. We give the glory of creating this child to him, and pray that he will let us see this little one grow for a long, long time.
Psalm 113:9
He gives the barren woman a home, making her the joyous mother of children. Praise the Lord!
Psalm 139:13-16
For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.
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