Every year we celebrate all kinds of occasions, birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, halloween, thanksgiving and christmas.
These season can be triggers for the couple in waiting, because without fail, we see parents adore their young kids with outfit and proudly shows them off.
I did the same when my girls were still little. without thought for how my waiting friends feels. No one intentionally parades their kids to cause distress, we all do it from a place of joy.
But I understand the pain and agony these images can cause. The despair cause by your failed attempt to get pregnant, the repeated miscarriage and the loss of a child.
When I was waiting I discovered that more than seeing friends or pregnant women, the seasons of celebration is the hardest one to face.
There is no escaping the gaiety in the air as you watch friends, dress up with their babies, teens, sons or daughters in teamed outfit.
O the tug at your heart strings as you imagine how you will dress your baby. You build a picture and hold on to the hope that it will one day be you dressing up your child.
These image seems to diminish as the years go by.
And every year as you watch others with their tiny little babies dress up for school plays for halloween themed party for thanksgiving and Christmas dinner, you hide in floods of tears, loathing another celebratory season.
I am reminded by this passage in Psalm 143:8. Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love.
Yes seasons may come and go and our desires tarries, but God’s word never changes.
Anchor your hopes to it and hold on, let each celebratory season remind you of His unfailing love and as we approach Christmas when you will have to face Santa and school plays, remember his birth is the reason we are here but his death and resurrection is a promise that we can hold on to his promise, that he will grant us our hearts desires.
For if he did not withhold his Son from us, he will give us freely our hearts desires.
Your partner in hope.
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