Well here's the news...I got my period yesterday. I have mixed emotions about this. Obviously I am devastated, yet again, that I am not pregnant. My other feeling is: hooray, my period came when it was supposed to, which hasn't been happening for a very long time! I am trying hard to see the positive, but can't help feeling sad that a February baby is out of the picture. This week has been especially hard as I also found out that I didn't get a teaching job that I applied for, instead a fellow candidate that I know got it. The combination of this and the emotions that come with having a period have provided for a REALLY emotional week! Today at school I was on the verge of tears ALL day...life is so hard right now!
In light of both of these situations I called the most wise person I know, my dad. He has been the most amazing spiritual example for me ever since I can remember. He is so faithful; he gets up every morning to spend an hour with the Lord. I am not kidding when I say that he has only missed a couple mornings since becoming a christian at 18. He is the epitome of what I would want to have in my relationship with God. All I have to do is say: "Dad, you remember that verse that say God is faithful..." (or something like that), and he knows exactly what reference it is. I called my dad a couple nights ago and we had a two-hour conversation about all of this stuff. Some of it was hard to hear, but there was one thing that really stuck with me: God is not punishing me through infertility, or through my missed job, he just might be trying to show me or teach me something. I have felt for the longest time that I was being punished for something...something in the way that I lived or something that I did. My dad firmly believes that God loves me, and punishing me for sin, which everyone has, is not something he would do to me. A little bit of weight came off of my shoulders. I still believe that I need to be delighting in God, and trying to follow his commands for my life...but I don't need to tear myself apart every-time I think of my sin.
My Dad also mentioned that perhaps God is trying to teach me something. I have been thinking A LOT about this, and I am beginning to feel that God is trying to show me that I have to rely completely on him, and believe in his plan for my life. I am going to be honest, I have had a plan for my life for a long time, and I have counted on those things happening. Other than getting married to Sam, and when I wanted to, NOTHING ELSE HAS HAPPENED IN MY TIME! I wanted to get married, finish school, get a full time job, have a baby, go on mat leave, go back to work, and just keep having babies. I was going to have 4 before 32, and have a happy little family! Hello, reality check Melody...this was all without consulting God on his timing. Somehow in the past few years I have forgotten that, even though I feel these things are God's plan for me, they may not happen as soon as I want. I feel wholeheartedly that I am meant to be a Mommy, God has given me such a connection to children, and SO many motherly feelings, that I know this to be true. I am trying to remind myself that, just because it is not happening now, it doesn't meant that it will never happen. If my inability to become pregnant continues, does it mean I still won't be able to have children in other ways? Even though both of these scenarios are so hard to think about, and bring me to tears, I have to remember that God is in control, and his plan is what is right for my life!
In the past couple years I have had little relief from constant anxiety, hopelessness, tears, and "peace-less"ness, and I am wondering if this is because I have been trying to live outstide of God's plan for my life. IS THIS THE POINT GOD? Are you trying to get me to live within your plan, rather than mine? This is so hard for me to do, but yet I know it is the right thing to do. I need to ask God to give me strength to do this, because it does not come naturally for me...or maybe anyone. Living in God's plan may mean having patience for days, months or years to come for both my job and my children. How then do I deal with the constant reminders I am not a mother, or my deep passion for teaching with no outlet, or my sisters and best friends having more and more babies? This is where I need God's strength the most, because even now, I can't stop crying at the thought of months or years more of this. One verse my Dad gave me was: Jeremiah 29:11 - For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. What a promise to believe in...and I need to believe in it!
It is amazing to me how much better I feel after I have sorted out all of my thoughts into writing. I want you to know, lovely readers, that I do have some hope, even as I start my period I think, maybe this month! I know that I have some work to do in order to change the way I think about my life, but realizing this is a start, and I am going to take it day-by-day! From now on I am "Committing to live in God's plan!"!
With Hope Anew,
Melody
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