Do you ever wonder if God is listening? Do you ever wonder if the idea of a God who shares in our concerns - whether everything written in the Bible - was simply created to help an ancient people have some anchor to latch on to in a harsh and uncertain life? Do you ever wonder if we're deluding ourselves right now by telling ourselves that God is closest to us in our blackest hours, guiding us, praying over us?
How do we know He cares? Really. Faith? Yes, I suppose there's that, but who's to say that faith isn't some sort of mass delusion?
Ignore my rambling. It's the disappointment talking. Every so often I get to a point where I question whether God truly cares. If He did, then why the suffering? I don't understand it. Why? To teach me a lesson? To make me a better person? To help me appreciate other things more? To lead me in another direction? Why? There are easier ways, ways that don't involve riding a perpetual roller coaster with no ride attendant in sight.
I used to be a much happier and more level person before all of this cr**. I wasn't bitter. I was optimistic. I knew my future. I didn't ache for something that I will never have. How? How is this supposed to teach me anything? What am I supposed to learn from it?
God, you made me human. You have to understand that. I'm going to behave like a human when things like this come my way. I'm only being what you made me. It's the only thing I know how to be. I'm not a saint. I'm not an angel. I'm not You. I prefer my signs written in black and white and pointing me in some unmistakable direction. I can't understand Your directions, and I'm to the point where I want to stop trying. If you wanted me to follow You without question, then You needed to make me something other than what I am. Or You need to give me a map. I'll follow, but you can't keep leading me on.
Stupidly, I'll continue trying. I'll continue praying in the desparate hope that if I only wait a little longer, He'll have an answer for me - preferably in the form of a baby - or that He'll take away this need so I can live in peace again.
If you're wondering what brought on this particular break down, I post on a forum on the Baby Center (Canada) website for women who are over 35 and trying. One of the ladies has just announced her BFP. We were born on the same day. This is her first natural cycle after two successive failed IVFs and after being diagnosed with diminished ovarian reserve. She and her husband were on a break before they pursued IVF through donor eggs. They are unexpectedly pregnant and they did it on their own. You'd think this would give me hope . . . it should. It should but it doesn't. All I see is that I'm being left behind once again. I have no hope. My blog name "Praying for Hope" is a joke right now. I have none.
There are . . . what, two other women on that board who currently aren't pregnant. All of the others are pregnant or have had their children: Erin, Lori, Dana, Karen, Colette, Mindy, Kim, Beth, Kelly, Healy, Yogi, Robin, Jen, Stephanie, May, Susie, Shelly, Bobbie, Camille, Jayna, Jodi, Sherese, Wendy. The only ones left besides me are Cilla, Kristi, Anita, and Jo - and Anita and Jo have given up. I'm left behind. Again. Again and again and again. There's only so much disappointment a person can take. I feel like I've fallen through the cracks. Robin's announcement has sent me to the edge.
Like I said, I will naively continue praying for hope in the belief that maybe God does care. About me. Maybe He has a plan for me which He'll reveal shortly if I'm patient. Maybe my prayers aren't a bunch of words, hopes, pleas dissipating into thin air the moment they're expressed. I have to believe He cares.
4 comments:
I believe with all my heart that God cares. I know it. God cared about His son and look what Jesus had to endure. IF is nothing like that....we have to carry this cross the best we can and I'm learning...not to question God and His intentions. I don't understand the answers and not sure I ever will. It's taken me a long time to realize that this is what I need to work on. I trust in Jesus and I love Him. God has His plan and I trust that whatever happens on this journey...it's for the best because it's what God wants. It's hard...no doubt...my time is different from God's time. I just can try my best, be prayerful and loving.
All my friends have children...I know that feeling of being alone and the one and only...I think I just deal with it now. Not much else I can do. God bless!
i was questioning suffering yesterday after mass and hearing the Gospel, readings and of course the sermon which was all about God not wanting us to suffer.. it' s not what he wants....etc..
the entire way home i was talking about it with my husband. all he could tell me is that it's for the greater good - whose greater good? who is benefiting from my infertility but it is us. like prayerful says we don't know God's time or his will but just have to carry the cross we are given.
it never gets easier being lapped. oddly enough i had an email from an old friend today that i just have recently told about our infertility and her sister in law is dealing with it too. i feel bad for the sister in law, but my friend is one who lapped me - early. i'd been married 6 years, and she... 6 months. awesome.
it will get better - i'll be praying for your hope to return for you :)
I sometimes wonder all the same things and have trouble hoping and then I remember that my doubt is satan trying to get me. I'm praying for you right now and will keep you in my prayers.
I think we all have wondered all of these things you mention. It is definitely a dark day when you're (I'm) carrying the weight of these quesions!! Back only a couple months ago, before I saw the specialist, I felt that I couldn't discern God's plan for us either, and it drove me nuts. I wanted so badly to follow the path to our family that He had in mind, but I could not delineate the different options. Once I saw the RE and learned about the progesterone issue, I honestly felt like it was a nudge from God. In one morning, I felt like God had given me something to move towards. I can't say for sure that He definitely has a baby at the end of this road, but I pray that He'll come into your life in the same way and point you in a recognizable direction!!
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