In our ABF (Sunday School Class) this past week we talked about Suffering. We discussed this in a little bit of a different way. We talked about choosing to suffer for Christ and those things that happen that we don't choose. We discussed first those things that we choose, and if I knew they weren't worth it in the end, would I still choose to go through those things. (NOTE: this was in the abstract, not a specific.) We then moved on to those things that happen that we don't choose, things like cancer, depression, death - my mind went to infertility. I don't think any couple in their right mind would choose to be infertile, so I think that goes in the we don't choose category.
Bear with me, I am getting to my point. I promise. The New Testament tells us about Paul and his suffering. (This seems to have been some kind of physical affliction, but not positive what). Three times it is written that Paul cried out for God to take this away. Having been in a situation where I begged God to "fix it", I am betting that there were a ton of other times - just these three were reported. And God chose not to heal him.
I have been thinking a lot about our infertility, and remembering this part of our marriage. I can honestly say that I would I never have asked for that or chose to go through that. Really, I wouldn't. But now that I am on the other side and have seen where I am now - I would do it all over again. During that time of my life I cried out to God more than I ever thought I could. I cried until I couldn't cry more. I went through the Refiner's Fire and came out stronger than I ever thought I could. I can see now the why. God knew that we were to adopt. And God knew that I was so weak in my faith, and so impatient, so wanting to be in control and really just had to grow up a little more. I learned through that time that God is in control, even when I can't see it. I learned that He is there all the time. I don't think I would have the emotional strength to do this now, if I hadn't been there. God knew it all along. Now that we are in the process of adoption I have to just let go of a lot and just trust that God has it handled. I can't control how quickly we get through this process, I can't control what our little precious baby's Birth Mother is doing right now, I don't know that tomorrow North Korea won't blow South Korea off the map. And I am so very OK with all this. Because I don't know, but God does. I can honestly say that had I not been so totally broken during our diagnosis and treatments for infertility I would so very not be OK with this. I would be going crazy right now.
I say this now not to make light of other's suffering, or to seem like I have all the answers - because I for sure don't. I am just saying that I have seen the other side of my own situation. Two years ago if you would have asked me why we were going through the "Year of Hell" (as we so affectionately call it :o) ) I would have said that God was punishing me. I couldn't see the why, I could only see that my heart broke each and every month when the tests were still negative. I only knew the hurt and loss, the broken heart, they emotional and physical pain - I didn't know the pure good that would come from it.
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This was before we started... it seems so long ago.