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InCourage me Gideon?

Apr 30, 2013 1 Comment ~ Written by lisha epperson

weekend1I didn’t make it to an InCourage inRL meet-up this year. InCourage inRL (in real life) is a webcast conference for Christian women promoting community  and welcoming women as they are – REAL. FLAWED. BEAUTIFUL. Women, mom bloggers, writers from all over the world attend these person-to-person  assemblies.  Some of these women I now call – friends.  Although we’ve only communicated online – sharing our stories, passions, lives – we are friends.  I register.  I’m ready.

When the Long Island host had to cancel I searched for another gathering.  So badly did I want to attend this meeting, that I prepared to make the  4 hour drive from New York City to Lititz, Pennsylvania.  I looked forward to meeting Sarah Mae, Crystal and a few others ladies I’ve followed on Twitter for the past 4 months.

I’m at a point in life where community feels like everything.  The magnitude of its importance has been made clear in my life and I am enjoying new sources while trying to find ways to light little love fires in the communities I already call resting places…comfy cradles with room for growth, where I am loved and freely love in return .

When Big Daddy and I got our signals crossed and I realized he had to work, my plans for travel went south…literally.  No sweat…I’ll watch on-line. I’m pumped for this thing…it’s going down. Surely encouragement can be found at home …. my Bible, journal and iPad open and ready to receive. CAM00268

Just before sitting down for the first session at InCourage I did a final email check and realized that Priscilla Shirer Live 2013 was being aired…at the very same time.  I had registered for and paid for this broadcast weeks ago.  Like my new friends at InCourage, this journey online…blogging, social media etc.  introduced me to Priscilla. She’s another friend in my head.  I read her blog and hang out with her before dinner every Tuesday at Going Beyond Ministries. What to do?

Like any other multi-tasking mama, I reasoned, there was no reason for me to have to choose.  I’d watch both. And that’s exactly what I did. Flipping back and forth from site to site I met and heard, for the first time, actual voices of the ladies of InCourage. The stories shared were achingly beautiful, hopeful and life-giving.  I was inspired to love on my community through service and in the giving of time to friends I long to see but find, I just never get around to. I absolutely loved and felt connected to Annie Downs, speaking wisdom on trailblazing and Deidre Diggs, sharing a vulnerable, tender story on the breaking of a heart…by a friend. Hearing the word/work of these women touched me deeply. Their words, pricking places that lay dormant as I make my way through life sometimes…trying not to feel or think. This was a love festival not to be missed. When loved, you love – so I sent messages like this to friends – “Your gifting is a blessing from God…your brokenness is His greatest platform.. Let Him use you. I love you.” When loved, I love.

Over on Priscilla Shirer Live 2013 the word was on fire. Priscilla has a heart for God and the gift of simplicity and practicality in her teaching.  Her impartation on Gideon left me at His feet…floored and humbled as this teaching mirrored my soul and I saw, again, my life…in His. I vowed to worship like Gideon. To offer my gifts to God like Gideon.  To begin all battles on my knees and with the assurance of victory, like Gideon.  I also got to experience the music ministry of her brother Anthony Evans. I will definitely be sharing a favorite called “Silence” on my FB page at www.facebook.com/broaderscopeoflove.

The timing on everything worked so well.  The lunch break and intermission on PSL2013 gave me the opportunity to check in with my friends at InCourage. Besides, at InCourage, I had freedom to stop and start when necessary. I could go back later and catch anything I missed. Often its the smallest things that make all the difference. I was so happy for this simple but brilliant scheduling idea that made this day work –  for me, and I’m sure many others.

In the end, I missed nothing, gained everything and rest knowing my day went according to His plan.  In real life, I was InCouraged with Gideon and these faces..it’s here that I am first called to take part in community, in life and in love… as wife…as mother.

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An unusual day at home indeed…I have never spent an entire day online, at home, and it was okay? understood? Really?  So this is the view from my love-worn chair… I refused to budge, and every so often took pictures –  this is what I saw – Big Daddy soaking in a little word before going off to work, the one and only Lady B in another moment of fabulosity , sweet C caught pensive, the little balloon guy and the constantly questioning 12-year-old – we’ll call him CanI?

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Five Minute Friday : Friend

Apr 26, 2013 24 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
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an old but, new friend..blogging buddy and cohost of virtual tea party
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I don’t make friends easily.  I often feel tongue tied…never quite sure how to start or sustain a conversation with someone I don’t know.  The friends I’ve been blessed with seem to have been able to leap over that barrier with me.  With my closest friends, I can’t remember sharing moments like that. We sort of found ourselves together – and more often than not, they are the talkers that bring out the words in me.

Online, this all works quite differently. By definition social media requires that I come out of my shell with something to say…so its challenging. Online, I am hidden behind the screen and when I finally edit my 140 character quotes you’ve missed how long it took me to put words together, whether I am smiling or frowning with frustration as I type/speak and how I clasp my thumb when deep in thought or uncomfortable.  So although it’s a little easier for the social misfit in me, I wonder if you’ve missed the real me and I, you. Could true connection develop  in such an atmosphere?  I wondered.

My concerns have consistently been overridden.  In cyberspace we’ve been able to glide through doorways and dance through defenses to feel a sense of kinship with each other.  Through this computerized filter our first attempts at fellowship are facilitated and despite many unknowns we feel free to  take the leap and choose each other. We become friends. We’ve pulled out, and from each other – the stuff of life…largely through a faith that binds us in eternity.

I began a media inspired presence to develop a platform for the work I feel called to do – inspiring and encouraging women and families challenged by infertility or considering adoption. However, in seeking that base of followers, I have found friendships sustained by momentary blurbs full of life and breath. I know and feel known deeply. Time will deepen the roots we share, securely intertwining them in a solid foundation. These bonds, cultivated in   service – one to another, are indeed…God inspired.

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shall I boil some water for tea?

Because of relationships like these I want to see you face-to-face.  I often imagine a virtual tea party with these new hearts…hearts I’ve grown to care about and pray over. There is no substitute for real life encouragement, hands and hearts sharing physical space. I pray for this with each of you. As for now, we are joined here…online…meeting at this nexus of the heart and soul that transcends space and time.  You are my community…my new friends.

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joining Lisa Jo Baker and friends for another Five Minute Friday post.  Share in the words/work of these amazing women… my new friends at www.lisajobaker.com

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and this is Life…

Apr 22, 2013 4 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson

Blossoms in Sunshine --- Image by © Royalty-Free/Corbis

It’s National Infertility Awareness Week and my heart is full. I am believing for the restoration of dreams and a renewed reason to hope for the warriors that find themselves in the trenches. I am amazed at the number of voices that are being raised to bring attention to this very important topic and am so grateful to add my song to this universal cry. But this story is about a pigeon… a pigeon and me. This story is beautifully broken and sings of nature and humanity. Through it I see and am humbled by our connection to Gods creation. The lowly pigeon and a lowly me brought together through this all too common grief.

The loss of new life. I have been given again, the opportunity to witness the beauty and desperation of life in my own backyard. This experience hints of heaviness yet inside a rejoicing and exultation is promised. Spring is here. And life….is.

A few weeks ago I noticed a tiny white egg on our terrace. The egg of a pigeon. I, then, was no friend of the pigeon. Back story needed here…pigeons are a plentiful and dirty nuisance in the city, some call them rats with wings. I try hard to keep them away but they are notorious for plaguing hi-rise buildings…our open terrace a major draw every spring when inevitably the pigeons lay eggs. They come, twig in beak every spring, ready to build nests in preparation for new life. I usually do a fine job of fending them off..going to great lengths to enclose through design and keep our terrace pigeon free. But this spring life happened…on our barely used concrete terrace. In the spaces where it’s impossible for me to be fully present….all the time. Life happened. eggs2

So back to a few weeks ago…I wake up one morning and coffee in hand go to my spot..I open the terrace door to breathe in the fresh morning air and speak to God. This is where  He calls me deeper.  Something about this spot beckons me and I begin my day here most mornings.

On this day I glance down and notice a small egg. No nest. A lone egg. This alarms me. An egg without a nest is not natural..something is wrong.

I choose to do nothing…hoping the day will uncover clues that explain this lonely egg. Later, Mama shows up. I knew she would. She pushes the egg into a corner and plants her plump bottom down. This whole scene is still so contrary to the natural order of what I know about bird life. The nest always comes first. Doesn’t it? The next few hours reveal so much more. Papa shows up..another egg is laid and he slowly begins to build a nest around her.. I didn’t take pictures of all of this … the moments felt sacred and I an intruder. So I watched. In this dirty city with the lowliest of birds, life was taking place – on my terrace.  God will have His way – to teach me something about life and it’s frailty, the beauty that is found even through things I don’t and will never understand…things bound to cause my very soul to weep.

By this point the kids are involved and we watch daily as these two birds wait for their babies.  A twig, a feather, a browned and dry leaf – piece by piece Papa bird is determined to house his seed and protect his lady.  We are rapt with fascination and in awe of this still somewhat unwanted surprise.  The pigeons come.  They go..but they always return.

On Saturday morning I notice that Mama bird has been away for a while. By Sunday I know something isn’t right. And this morning I awaken to an empty nest…the eggs have been pushed out, sort of rolled haphazardly and I hear the saddest mournful cooing coming from the corner. Ears and eyes after the sound, I find Mama and Papa under a wrought iron planter. Eventually they come out, walk over to the eggs and peck expectantly then turn away joining each other for the walk back. More mournful cooing.

These eggs won’t make it. I know that cry…its universal..transending species even…these parents won’t get to know these babies.

“Mama.  You’re sad today,” Ila proclaims. And she’s right. We made scones this morning and ate breakfast in a somber mood talking about babies – where they come from, the work I am doing at the birth center….life. My 12-year-old told a joke that only a 12-year-old boy would find funny. And we all eventually found something to smile about. Life went on.

But I am reminded of women, couples like my husband and I who have lost babies, who even struggle to conceive and carry them. The women who never conceive, the women who with bleeding fingers grab hold to the lifeline of adoption, the women who have chosen to walk through this life childless and the women who will never discuss this topic with anyone. Ever.

I will call to have a proper cleanup tomorrow, but for now leave my friends to mourn. I am forever tenderly respectful of my pigeon friends and honor their time of grief. Still a bit melancholy today but I feel it lifting. Spring is here and life….is.

Please do not reprint any portion of these posts without prior written permission. Thank you.(c) Copyright Lisha Epperson, 2011-13

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Five Minute Friday: Jump

Apr 19, 2013 27 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson

adoptionquote6I don’t know if I can do this?  I don’t want to think about it… this.  This is the sad side of adoption and if I think too hard about why we’re both here I’ll never do it.  Never move forward.  Never receive a gift I know is mine alone to claim. I’ll be afraid to…jump.

Reading  Dear Birthmother, a book recommended by the agency, started all of this.   Before, I could do this without really thinking about you. I could adopt a baby and move on. There’d be me and this baby, now mine and just a memory of you.  “No. This is not my plan. This won’t be the last time you see her.” Those words and a powerful revelation…jumped through my spirit.  I heard what He said and I knew what He meant. This would be an open adoption.

Recycled Lifetime movie images on televised, make-believe adoption drama made me fearful. So how can I do this?  I don’t know anyone who’s done this.  How do they do this? Ofcourse she’ll want her back.  Ofcourse I won’t be able to. How can we meet? How can we talk about a baby, her baby in the room and act like what happened between us never transpired.  How will we….jump.

If this is Gods doing, and we both believe it is, we’ll have to jump. We’ll make this thing work because we both love the little sugar ball of a girl that connects us.  We’ll push past doubt and fear of the unknown, of the expectations and limitations of society and we will create a family that never existed before we…jumped.

I’ll never know the side of the story that is yours alone to tell.  You’ve shared bits of it with me and I can imagine your struggle but I’ll never know it. My side of the story holds secrets unknown to you. Truth is we lived on opposite sides of  the same coin of pain and by the grace of God we met – through the love of a girl. When we didn’t have to. We didn’t have to…jump.

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we jumped!
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5minutefridayanother party with LisaJo Baker and friends (www.lisajobaker.com) ….

 

Please do not reprint any portion of these posts without prior written permission. Thank you.(c) Copyright Lisha Epperson, 2011-13

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on Passion….

Apr 16, 2013 6 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson

 

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I see myself and women like me humbly bowing to the grace and caught in the beautiful surrender of adoption…each taking our turn in this dance of human redemption

This weeks post is inspired by the words of Susan Merrill of The Passionate Mom –   “When your heart stops, your mind will freeze where your heart left off—with those you love.”  I share these words with you as a love letter to a few amazing women. You know who you are.

As my life comes to a close and I remember the joy of family, the people God has placed at my side by blood and choice… I will undoubtedly see the faces of my children’s birth mothers. My passion is my family and in God’s providence it includes the women who bore 3 of my children.

The ultimate story of love tells of the giving of a son..that the world might through him be redeemed.  The greatest gift…perhaps the greatest love of all. I am blessed to have met each of these women face to face and now have some form of connection with each of them.  We have gingerly carved out ways to stay connected to each other that is comfortable for us – navigating the term “open adoption” and defining it for ourselves.

Thus far this connection has taken place through emails, on Facebook and has extended so far as to include attendance at a wedding and mutual home visits.  This love is wild…all encompassing. I know these women by heart. The stories I tell of how we all found each other, our lives colliding like  a majestic meteoric explosion, is both brilliant and bitter. Yet the journeys were no less filled with the holy agape kind of love than any other birth. The transaction took place on the deepest level of my soul and I am certain that a piece of me walks with each of them…that I have the pleasure of mothering my children with living angels at my side. My proverbial village has been enlarged and opening myself to experience it…to include these women… has made me the recipient of  a broader scope of love. In the sacred space we shared, in those moments of complete humility and surrender, I am convinced that God, Immanuel was with us. He was there as the responsibility for a soul was transferred from one woman to another. He was there.

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woman to woman

These women made the selfless choice to give…what no one else could give and in giving , assisted in the redemption of my life through motherhood.  The price was paid and lives were changed…at the crossroads of adoption. Operating from this place of truth, the children we call “ours” are raised whole.  I am stunned by the beauty of our connection,  humbled by the size of this love and forever captured in the grace of it all.

My life is full and  has known joys and delights unimaginable, struggle, disappointment, and pain but my passion is my family and my family includes these women. We share something utterly precious…and completely holy….the gift of a child.

Please do not reprint any portion of these posts without prior written permission. Thank you.(c) Copyright Lisha Epperson, 2011-13

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Five Minute Friday : Here

Apr 12, 2013 7 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson


elaineroper2I wish you were with me…here.
I wish you were with me…near. Your voice. Your scent. Your thoughts. They follow me constantly and I know you are…here. How could I know that yesterdays exchange of words would be our last? The love, anger, laughter, hurt feelings, joy – the dreams..our dreams…The two sides of the coin that is our relationship. The good. The bad – coexisting wonderfully to make us – us. I didn’t know that my eyes would never again twinkle as they met yours. Oh the thoughts remain – the feelings – the same, but you…are not…here

I miss you terribly.  Our last words play over and over in my head – a recycled loop of regret stained love..over and over again. I hope you know I loved you. I hope you know how I loved you. I hope you know… I wish you were here.

The kids have coped well –  if that’s what you call continuing to live even though a part of you has died.  They sweetly try to protect me from the torrential flood of tears that could overtake our home at any given moment. Life without you has been hard – the past year fraught with warnings of impending danger at every turn. Yield. Stop. Slow. All signs indicating attention should be paid, that there is a clear and present need for you… here. I wait patiently for Go but really…I’d just rather have you..here.                      kids1

I will never forget your touch, your kiss. the way you do the thing you do best – being the best you for an imperfect me.  So I long for you and believe for us – that God’s plan is greater…even though you aren’t here.

In loving memory of Jonathan Roper whose lovely wife Elaine, I call friend, sister, comrade…warrior.

5minutefriday Linking up with www.lisajobaker.com and friends for Five Minute Fridays. Please take a moment to read and comment on the work of these beautifully gifted women who pour their souls out on paper every day..for healing..for hope..

Unless otherwise noted, the contents of this blog are copyrighted by Lisha Epperson. Please do not reprint any portion of these posts without prior written permission. Thank you.(c) Copyright Lisha Epperson, 2011-13

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Premarital Counseling – the “Face to Face”

Apr 10, 2013 9 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson

 

picture perfect... just not ready for marriage editorial from City Magazine circa 1992?

picture perfect…
just not ready for marriage
editorial from City Magazine circa 1992?

Rodney and I struggled while dating.  I rushed towards the call for permanence. He froze when the sound of wedding bells inevitably infiltrated our little bubble of love.  We needed help.

Our love for each other was a sure thing..so why the push and pull..the stop? the go?  What hindered him from taking steps toward the future and why was I in such a hurry to make it all happen?  I tell friends all the time – had we forced a marriage during that season it would have surely ended in divorce.  He wasn’t ready and neither was I.  God painfully separated something we’d built and re-established it according to His plan.  For only then could we meet “face to face” and be what we both desired… together.

I am a believer when it comes to  premarital counseling.  The hours long meeting with an apparent stranger where you either try desperately to work through long-standing issues in an impossibly short amount of time or gloss over them with a few Bible cliches while pressing onward and upward to a wedding date, that probably shouldn’t happen – isn’t counseling.   Rodney and I endured 10 months of counseling with our then pastor – who would not offer her blessing unless released by the Lord and only after spending months of one on one time with us. Pressure was applied. There were prayers. There were tears. There was a purpose.

It was during this time that we learned each other, setting the foundation for a marriage that would be challenged…almost from day one.  Because of the time invested, we had something to stand on when confronted by infertility.  We learned to be honest with each other.  We learned to communicate. Face to face. Drawing upon inspiration from the idea of never going to bed angry, we established “face to face” meetings that could be called by either partner, at any time, for any reason.  And you had to show up. I remember how easy they used to be.  I think I even looked forward to them…the idea being so couply cute.  But I also remember the first time he called one and I didn’t want to come. Bored of the ritual? or just feeling the dark defeat of a barren woman? After a certain number of years in a relationship that doesn’t produce desperately wanted children – you wonder… if you’re supposed to be together. I was at that point in year 3 and again in year 12, when another miscarriage and the untimely death of a friends 5 year old son had me questioning everything. I even felt that nagging pull – unravelling the fibers of a lovingly worn but still used sweater in year 14.  The year we conceived our “miracle” baby.  When do you get rid of or call it quits with such an item?  So it’s not always about fertility with us. There were other issues and stories longing to be told and more importantly to be heard…by him…by me. Sometimes you don’t want to listen… sometimes you don’t want the “face to face” moment simply because its too hard.

Those were the challenging points of our union.  If you’ve been married any length of time you can testify to trials like these, bearing witness to your own struggles. So no! marriage isn’t easy..it is not about a dress or a party you plan.  Marriage is a ministry and it isn’t even about you. Marriage is about the committment you make to show up..at the “face to face”.. Every day.  Even when its hard…especially when its hard.

without counseling – would we have made it to this?

We don’t call “face to face” meetings as frequently now. After 17 years of marriage we have grown and changed – learning to read each other so well that words are often unnecessary.  We know each others soft, brittle and broken spots. We tread lightly when necessary..carefully tending slight abrasions before they become anything more.    Now, miniature versions of those check-ins take place – EVERY DAY – as we walk out our love story – holding fast to each others hearts.

Joining Fawn at www.happywivesclub.com for Marriage Mondays this week.

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What are your thoughts on premarital counseling? How have you sustained communication and avoided conflict with your spouse? I can’t wait to hear your stories..share them with me in the comment section below.

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Five Minute Friday: After

Apr 05, 2013 17 Comments ~ Written by seespeakhearmama
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my favorite picture …. of my favorite lady

After. I’m bothered that the word “after” brings you to mind.  I am your youngest daughter , the one with your eyes, your creamy coffee skin tone, your hands…at 47 years old I am grateful to God for allowing me to have a mother for so long. Others have not been so fortunate and  I am at an age where attending the funeral of a dear friends parent is becoming an all too frequent activity.  Yet, I am not ready to say good-bye to you.

You are getting older. At 70 you are as pretty as ever.  I can see the girl/young woman you used to be. But I also see someone else taking her rightful place, as you transition to the next season of your life.  You as a senior citizen. You, in old age.  The skin on your neck, your hands, and more importantly, your mind is not what it used to be.  I cover for you most of the time…repeating snippets of conversation and reminding you that I forget too.  My attempt at camaraderie, joining you, in the irregularity of this ugly break down. The doctors say we have to wait this out. Supplements, powerful nutrition and engagement have been prescribed and I am happy about that.  It may stay the same or it may get worse. Not so bad now that they’d recommend medication. So we wait and wonder.  But I sometimes worry – that your best days are already past – that your quality of life will be permanently shifted by the need for the kind of help you would absolutely refuse.  That this mental deterioration is hereditary.  I wonder if it will escalate and finally end in you..not knowing..me..us. Words like Alzheimer’s and dementia are frightful and I don’t want to think about – after.   I rest knowing that you are intimately acquainted with the One who loves you most but I don’t want to think of life without you. After.

After you are gone I won’t be able to call you and chat about our favorite celebrities on Dancing with the Stars.  After you’re gone my favorite babysitter won’t be available – even though as the years go by you want less and less to be called upon for this task. I won’t have my life line. My matrix. All selfish reasons but they are the reasons of a daughter who needs and will miss – her mother. After.  Being a mother now, I know the importance of having one.  A mother. I am often overwhelmed by the significance of the  role. The inspiring role you have played in mine. The work and sacrifice – the overwhelming  and beautiful responsibility…of mother. I will miss my mother. After. And I am not ready for any of this.  I don’t want to think about it and I’m glad this link-up exercise is only 5 minutes long.  But you came to mind and perhaps its healthy for me to give voice to my fears.  Free them from my head and heart so that I can simply love you in the moment. Now. It’s late, but I’ll call you anyway because I really don’t want to think about….after.

Dear Lord, I am so in love with the mother you gave to me.  We are both your daughters and I know You hold her life in your hands.  I lift her up to you now. Renew. Restore.  In Jesus name.  Amen.

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Linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker for Five Minute Friday @ lisajobaker.com.  The writing prompts are a blessing along with the beautifully inspired work that follows.  Visit her site to see more.

again, it took me 20 minutes to pull this together but I’m working on it.

Unless otherwise noted, the contents of this blog are copyrighted by Lisha Epperson. Please do not reprint any portion of these posts without prior written permission. Thank you.(c) Copyright Lisha Epperson, 2011-13

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Sweet Dreams…in the Land of Maybe

Apr 03, 2013 14 Comments ~ Written by seespeakhearmama

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I learned to hate the word maybe. Maybe wasn’t always, but became, murky, middle of the road, nowhere. Maybe was getting lost in a fairy tale.  The miraculous now scary forest. It was easy to fall out of love with this word. Maybe once represented optimism and a sun-filled future…now, because of broken dreams – only confusion and pain. Maybe felt lost. Infertility is a big maybe. Maybe yes. Maybe no. We can’t say. We don’t know.  Before infertility takes its stance as dreaded no, or prayerful yes, you can spend a lot of time in the land of maybe.  It’s hard to make decisions about anything when a simple question can’t be answered. Should we move? Should I buy those jeans? Should I sign up for that class.  Living with unanswered questions left me dangling.  My life hanging by an invisible thread that bound me in stillness.  There was no room for movement in maybe.  The crippling inactivity left me lethargic. I could do no more than breathe. That alone is not living. Alive? Yes. Living? No. MP900382674

My first miscarriage shook me. Still green from the newness of love in a god-ordained marriage, I couldn’t grasp the loss experienced when told that the baby in me no longer lived. I walked away from the doctor’s office that day a different person. As I struggled to comprehend what was going on – doubt and fear made swift introductions as my newly appointed companions.  I wish I could have been stronger or had the wisdom to recognize these bullies but I was so weak and they… so powerful.  For every positive word I forced myself to whisper they attacked with facts and statistics that at the time seemed irrefutable.   I rationalized that I couldn’t win and accepted their false friendship. Hence I believed and was thus overtaken by doubt and fear. It wouldn’t be long before a  shadow  of unbelief was cast over everyone and every thing around me. Unbelief  kills hope and maybe should be hopeful. Maybe is nothing without hope.

Infertility may not be your issue. Yet I trust in the predictability of life. You will find yourselves in a situation where you’ll want desperately for an answer but will instead, be told to wait. To pack your things and take up residence in this place of seemingly dismal stagnation. When that happens remember this…write it down and hold fast to this lesson.  I want you to know NOT to be moved by the stillness of maybe. Sit with it. Honor it. Respect it. God will speak and you will hear. You will emerge a new person because you weren’t afraid of maybe…like I was.

dreams1Maybe represents opportunity. Maybe means that you have the blessing of choice. There’s maturity in maybe – the beauty of standing in the middle of a situation and not being consumed by the weight of the word or world. Not feeling compelled to act, but willing yourself to stay still.  Maybe can be strong.  It takes strength to live day after day without an answer. It takes strength to dangle from that indecisive thread.  Simply holding on will build character and develop faith.  Maybe demands silence – so God can be heard. Shhh…before the choice is made you’ll have to listen. The blessing of maybe will gently guide you to realign your vision so that it matches His. Waiting supports the process. Clarity of mind is the reward. When you experience it, you’ll know it – God-given and granted PEACE. Your waiting time will bring it forth.

Maybe brought you to me.  Each of your entries into our lives was birthed through a time spent quietly but reluctantly with maybe.  For you LiChai, time spent with maybe helped me to consider the possibility of you..making you real while I slowly adjusted to extraordinary life changes and choices. The complete surprise of Ila was perhaps the biggest maybe of all. We weren’t looking when you arrived but we chose the maybe of you and happily dived in. An unexpected longing and two years of prayers marked the maybe of Chailah. And finally, Ade’ was the tangible expression of maybe that literally altered my physical body. So many maybes that turned into babies, our greatest wish for the future – exponential potential.  I hope you’ll live expectantly in a land of possibility – not moved by the challenge of maybe.

p.s. I wrote this post for my children but recognize that the question of maybe looms large for all at one point or another. I urge  you to endure this season of waiting and unanswered questions with optimism for your future. With Him as your guide, it’s sure to be bright and peace will reign.  Post below, your comments and testimonies… your trials and triumphs with “maybe”.  I’d love to hear them!

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