A few years after we were married, Ray and I wanted to start growing our family. Neither of us gave a thought to how many women struggle to get pregnant. We quickly realized that this is a hardship that many women have to bear. We prayed and prayed but we were still unable to have a child.
Now, years later, we know that if God had answered my prayers back then, it would have killed me because I was in heart failure and didn't know it. Sometimes our limited view of the world makes us think we are being punished or forgotten, when in reality, God is doing what's best for us.
But even with that knowledge, it did not take away the heartache that I believe most women suffer from when they can't get pregnant. This Easter as some of my sisters and their beautiful families hunted Easter eggs (thanks Grandma), I was struck by how blessed and precious their families are. Not because they are perfect but because there is so much love and joy. My heart ached for that bond my sisters have with their little ones (some of them are not that little). Many of you women who cannot get pregnant must feel that same deep hurt in your heart.
This January, God orchestrated yet another change in our lives. My heart function jumped very unexpectedly from 35% (where it had been for the past 2 years since my explant) to 47%; and my doctors finally agreed to approve us for adoption and foster care.
Because of that increase, our lives have started to take a new path that I thought God had closed the doors on. For the past 6 weeks, Ray and I have been taking foster care classes to open our homes to some hurting children. We feel like we have so much love to give, and although we had to abandon our thought of the perfect looking family, we know God is going to bring new life to our home.
So this week Ray and I did something I never thought we would:
We put our nursery together (modeled by my precious nephews) in anticipation of a new blessing. GOD IS SOOOOO GOOD!!!
About Me
In March 2009 I was diagnosed with cardiomyopathy - Heart Failure. Within two months, it progressed to end-stage. In August 2009 I had a Left Ventricular Assist Device (LVAD) implanted to help my heart pump blood. Then in December I was placed on the heart transplant list. On January 11, 2010 a heart became available for me and I was taken to the operating room. While on the table, the surgeons found that my own heart had began to heal. I didn't get that transplant and subsequently had my LVAD removed in September 2010. Today, I have a new appreciation for life and am learning to take each day one step at a time.
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