Friday, May 20, 2011

Infertility

 I was just reading the April 2011 Ensign, and there was an article on "Faith and Infertility."  It made me think about my journey.  I have always had maintained the idea that those who were fertile have a bigger responsibility to multiply and replenish than I do.  I just mean that the decision is completely out of my hands - I have no control over how many children will join our family, or when they will come.  Those who can conceive when they want have to carefully and prayerfully decide, and I think that is a harder path.  How do you know when you are done, or when to try for the next one?

Sister Beck was telling a story in Women's Conference about a woman who had 8 children, and the comments complete strangers, and even her family members, would make to her about her "lifestyle choices."  This woman said that having children wasn't a lifestyle choice, it was a gospel choice.  Then Sister Beck said (paraphrasing from memory) that it is rare, even in the Church, to find a woman where the desire and the ability to conceive 8 children collide.

I say, HALLELUJAH for the women who have the desire and the ability colliding in them!  I praise people like Eva, who just gave birth to twins (#10 and #11).  I am amazed by her goodness and desire to have a large family.  Eva is my former neighbor, and someone who (I'm sure without knowing it) has always been an example to me.  In the midst of our infertility testing, before we were really telling people about our struggles, I watched Eva have child #3.  And then #4.  And then #5.  And then I found out she was younger than me.  I was always excited for her and her babies, and so happy that she was having children and putting up with comments like, "are these all yours?" 

My roundabout thoughts this morning are ending here, with this fabulous poem (also from the April 2011 Ensign).  I love Ellie and Lynlee so much, and I am so grateful that their lives collided with mine.

Just the Same


Sometimes—
God sends rain
Straight from the sky
To nourish the young flower
and it grows.
Sometimes—
God sends rain from the sky
To the mountaintops,
Then over hills and through valleys
Until it reaches the flower
and it grows, just the same.
Sometimes—
God sends a child
Straight from His realm
Into a mother’s arms
and love grows.
Sometimes—
God sends a child
From heaven to another’s arms,
Then over hills and through valleys
Until he reaches the arms of his mother
and love grows, just the same.

1 comment:

Elizabeth said...

what a beautiful poem! I thought I had read the April issue thoroughly, but I guess I missed that poem. Thanks for sharing!

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