We sat at the far end of the clinic, on sofas that felt especially cold and hard that morning. I was still trying to process the news, and there were all sorts of thoughts that were running through my mind.
Though our feelings come and go, God’s love for us does not.
On one hand, I was hopeful that there was some sort of direction that we were heading towards. But on the other hand, I knew how demanding IVF treatment would be, and was not sure we were mentally prepared to face such an uphill climb.
Bren was probably also in his own world, trying to grasp hold of what just happened. I decided to surf Facebook mindlessly, trying to get my mind off the heaviness of the news.
Then I stumbled onto a post on Facebook, and it said, “In difficult times, are you willing to stand up for your faith?“
Almost instantly, I was refreshed in my spirit.
I told God, Yes! I am! I am willing to stand up for my faith. I believe that this is not the end, and you will help us navigate through this dark tunnel. Yes, I’ll stand up for my faith!
It made me think – What were we depositing into our hearts and minds? Words of Truth, or thoughts led by fear?
We don’t believe in coincidences. God orchestrates everything in His perfect sovereignty, and stumbling onto such a message truly encouraged my spirit. I cheered up, turned over to Bren, and told him, “We’ll do this IVF thing. Let’s stand up for our faith.” And I showed him the Facebook post on my phone.
It was the first of many steps of faith that we had to take.