My husband and I struggled with infertility for seven years. For seven long years, we tried and tried to have a baby. Month after month, we tried and failed. Tried and failed. Over and over and over again. For seven…long…years.
Every single month I would pray and cry, “Why, God?! I know I’d be a good mom! I know You want me to be a mom! Why isn’t this happening? Why is everybody else getting pregnant, but not me? Why?!” I’d hear stories about babies being found in dumpsters; young teens were getting pregnant; friends and siblings were getting pregnant. It just didn’t seem fair, and my heart was breaking. I didn’t necessarily blame God. I just didn’t understand why He kept saying, “No.”
The months turned into years, yet I never gave up hope. I kept praying. And I kept waiting. I felt like I had no more tears.
Eventually, God did answer my prayer, and He finally blessed us with a beautiful, healthy baby boy. As this sweet little boy grew to become a young man, I was constantly reminded of what a blessing he was. And as every mom does, I wondered what God had planned for his future.
When my son was in high school, he met a beautiful young lady. They began dating, and I could see in his eyes that there was something special, something different, about this relationship. Never before have I seen a couple so perfectly suited for each other. And last summer, they got married!
Just before their wedding, I was praying and thanking God, and I asked Him to bless this upcoming marriage.
Suddenly, very clearly, I heard the voice of God:
“See? If he’d been born when YOU thought he should’ve been born, he never would’ve met the woman I had picked out for him!!!”
Wow. I’ll never doubt His timing again.
Wait on the Lord; be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart. – Psalm 27:14