Infertile does not mean without love...

I am often amazed and confused by the workings of the Lord. I mean, He called me, an infertile mess to be a mom to other people's children. To love them and care for them and to let them go. To have my heart broken more times than I can count. But to also have it restored by the gift of my sweet daughter.

And what he is doing now is no different. This past week he brought a 16 year old girl into our home. She just found out that she is pregnant. *ouch* And she does not want to keep it. And I mean that in the worst way possible. *double ouch!!!* Can you imagine....16 and pregnant and scared beyond belief. And where did they send her.....well, to a house full of babies whose mother cannot have children of her own flesh. There has to be a plan in there somewhere! Right???

After lots of delicate conversations and demonstrations of love, this precious soul has decided to keep her child. I know what some may be thinking....but in my world this is normalcy. And in my world, we take care of those who are not our own. And in my world, life matters! And I am not sitting here saying her life will be roses from here on out. She is quite clear on how hard this will be..but also certain on who holds her hand! And I am proud of her for making this choice...and not basing it on what others may think...but on what is right for her.

A few years ago, I would not have been able to do this. To listen to her talk about the baby she is carrying and how she is going to "get ride of it". A few years ago I would have become angry and jealous and so many other things. I am thankful that God has brought me to this new place. While I may not be able to give birth to a child....I can still give birth to love.

And my dream...saving the world, one child at a time!

Cheesy...but truth!
Jemmers :)