5 Things to Remember When the Doctor Says You’ll Never be a Mom
Infertility & Miscarriage

5 Things to Remember When the Doctor Says You’ll Never be a Mom

I still remember the doctor looking at me over the top of her glasses. “What this means,” she explained, “is that it is very probable you will never bear children.” And something inside me just withered up and died right there. I stumbled through weeks, then months, and then years before I finally started breathing…

You Brought Me So Much Joy, Little One (a story of miscarriage)
Infertility & Miscarriage

You Brought Me So Much Joy, Little One (a story of miscarriage)

Gilia.  That’s the name I chose for the little one we lost, the baby who passed from my womb before we had announced her presence. It’s Hebrew, pronounced Ghee-lee-yah, and means Eternal Joy.   She was too small to know for sure her gender, but my husband said from the moment I showed him the…

Mercy Womb
Infertility & Miscarriage

Mercy Womb

“And her offspring will crush the head of the serpent…” (Genesis 3:15) The opening three chapters of Genesis are known to most of us for their purpose in describing the origin of life, and establishing the character of God as creator.  The depth of these few chapters; however, is as unending as God is eternal. …

Every Bitter Thing is Sweet

Every Bitter Thing is Sweet

Yesterday, I sat in a dentist’s waiting room, while the clock ticked two hours past my appointment time. It was packed: at least a dozen people sat waiting, watching TV with Hebrew subtitles, while the dentist punctuated the subdued murmur with repeated cries for his very busy secretary, and I tried not to watch the…

He Gave Me Lydia

He Gave Me Lydia

I will never forget the first sight of her itty bitty wiggly body, or hearing the sound of her dainty feminine cry! At long last, my baby was here! The doctor scooped her up and laid her on my chest. As we snuggled on our living room couch, skin-to-skin, full of tears, joy, relief, and…

Why not now, Lord?

Why not now, Lord?

Rain splatters on the windows. It is cold, but the air is warm. “Come look!” my daughter pulls at my arm, her brown eyes sparkling. There are new piggies in the barn. They hide from the camera and grunt happily as they munch on corn behind the water dish. We talk about names and I…

The End.

The End.