Years ago I heard a beautiful NPR interview about the first Iraqi Eagle Scout in the United States. The news report opened with a dire description of life in Iraq wherein he and his family feared for their lives every day. One morning he and his young cousins were outside in their front yard playing when a car pulled up and ignited in flame, the driver having detonated a bomb. No one else was around except the children. His 6-year-old cousin was instantly killed and he lost his leg. He and his mother then came to the states and worked to overcome his disability. He joined the Boy Scouts and eventually received the coveted Eagle Scout award. But it was his reaction to the loss of limb that smote my heart. After his doctors told him they needed to amputate his leg he said, “Mom, I know what the doctors decide, I not care, and you not care Mom, this is from God for me.” This is from God for me. The power of those words struck me and I was undone. He wasn’t fighting what had happened to him, he wasn’t blaming anyone, he simply accepted his fate and believed that whatever came was from God. Oh, how simple and how faithful. I yearn to proclaim the same in my life. But I know I haven’t been saying such faithful pronouncements. I have fought God, and I have sought ways to please Him so that He would give me a baby. I have cried and I have pitied myself. But never have I accepted my fate. In my defense, accepting my fate has seemed like giving up. I don’t want to give up. I still want a child. But there is something profound to be gleaned from the wisdom of this boy. I cannot change my barrenness. I know this. I can continue to go to the doctors and I may still not conceive. I have no guarantee. But I don’t think I should just give up on a child either. There is something deeper. A heart change. An acceptance that God is Sovereign. That He has skillfully and perfectly planned the struggle with infertility for my life. “This is from God for me.” It think it is the ‘for me’ that gets me every time. For me. As if it is a gift. Infertility was given to me by God for a reason. It may or may not result in a biological child, but it is for me. And with that I am given some measure of peace, some means of letting go. If there is anything that the Lord is teaching me right now, it is letting go. Accepting what I have been given. When I do this then I can accept each negative result, each miscarriage, each disappointment with the belief that this is for me. It is ‘for me’ from a God who loves me and has my well being in mind. I may not understand it, but I know the Lord enough to know that suffering has been redeemed and given a purpose now that Christ has died for our sins. There is no condemnation for us and so all that we experience must and does have purpose. This is for me. Romans 8: 31-32, 35, 37-39 31 What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? 32 He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things? 35 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? 37 No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 38 For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, 39 nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. (I searched for hours trying to find this interview, but since it was 8 years old I was unable to locate it. But here is a article about him.) Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash
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AuthorHi! I'm Brooke. Welcome to Sing O Barren One! I began this blog after years of unexplained infertility that resulted in five years of trying, four miscarriages, one daughter, and continued secondary infertility. While in seminary, I dove into scripture to help me make sense of my pain and struggle. What type of God would allow this? What I found there changed who I was, how I perceived my struggle, and most importantly my view of God. I wrote this blog as an outpouring of my grief and to joyfully share all that God has taught me. Archives
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