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An Infertility Testimony: {a guest post by Ashlie Haddock}

Jul 31, 2014 13 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson

I met Ashlie Haddock on her Facebook page dedicated to infertility awareness. I was delighted to wear a pink ribbon with her and her many followers in honor of infertility awareness month in April 2013. It wasn’t the first time I publicly supported efforts to bring this seemingly unspeakable struggle to the forefront – but it felt like it. I admire Ashlie’s committment to the cause…especially since she’s still in the trenches. Read her story. She shares the personal testimony of a marriage strengthened through solid lessons on faith.

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I believe any struggle or circumstance can be used to glorify God if we allow it to. As I have struggled with many heartaches, struggles, bitterness and suffering the past 5 years, God had laid it upon my heart to give my testimony. I pray my testimony can help others.

2 Corinthians 1:4 Who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.

TESTIMONY

I believe God has given me much comfort through my journey and I feel I should share my story so that God may speak through me to help comfort others. I praise God for where I am today and how far I have come in our journey. I still have a long way to go but I must always look ahead and remember how far HE has brought me.

In 2003, I met Trent and he proposed in 2007. While dating, we had a 4 and a half-year long distance relationship which I will discuss later. While discussing our future, we talked about starting our family. We talked about if, for some reason we couldn’t have kids, we would adopt. We also talked about what type of church we would attend as we both came from different religions. We got married May 3rd, 2008 and on May 16th, 2009, we started trying to get pregnant.

After a year of no pregnancy we began wondering what could be wrong. We never imagined we couldn’t get pregnant as our families never struggled conceiving. We finally got a diagnosis and were told we were sterile. Trent was born with a congenital absence of the vas. After getting our diagnosis as we were leaving the doctor, I will never forget the look on Trent’s face and sound of his voice. Before we could even get sat down in the car to leave Trent asked, “Are you going to divorce me?” I always knew, but realized more in that moment, what a special marriage we had. I knew there was nothing that could break the marriage God had given us. Later you will see how I feel God was preparing and strengthening us while dating to endure infertility. Only 2 weeks after getting our diagnosis, an adoption fell into our laps. We were still grieving and trying to cope with our diagnosis. After many prayers, we couldn’t go through with it. It was devastating but we turned it down. We still had hopes that somehow we could carry our own child. In the middle of all the IUI‘s we did with known or donor sperm, we got approached with another adoption falling into our laps. The mother decided to keep the child. And then a third and forth potential adoption – and they fell through too. Here we are today 5 years after first trying to conceive, 3.5 years after our first diagnosis, 1 turned down adoption, 3 other potential adoptions that didn’t work out and 9 failed IUI’s later. We walked away with empty arms a year ago in February.

This journey has been the most painful thing we have ever experienced and is still something we battle but I have learned so much through our struggles and want to share some of God’s blessings. ~ read more ~

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Posted in adoption, christianity, faith, infertility, last girl on the hill (blog series on fertility and faith), relationships, uncategorized - Tagged 2 Corinthians 1:4, children, God, Infertility Support and Awareness Group, testimony

Give Me Grace : A Second Chance

Jul 26, 2014 49 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
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Second chance…

GOD, my God, I yelled for help and you put me together. GOD, you pulled me out of the grave, gave me another chance at life when I was down-and-out. (‭Psalm‬ ‭30‬:‭2-3‬ MSG)

You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance; You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers. I’m about to burst with song; I can’t keep quiet about you. GOD, my God, I can’t thank you enough. (‭Psalm‬ ‭30‬:‭1-12‬ MSG)

A baby. Swaddled potential and a basket of dreams. New life. Gods’ promise of hope. A wished upon falling star…captured.

My friend is the new mama of a healthy baby girl. And today, I write through happy tears because she’s been granted a second chance.

The miracle of birth is not lost on me and I have a God story to tell. I hold the stories of victory close because I know the battle for motherhood is real.  There’s something special about the testimonies of women who fight for the title. My friend is an infertility warrior. We met on the field.

She is the mother of one son through adoption. A son whose sudden passing shattered every thing she knew about the world. It’s said a mother shouldn’t have to bury her child and tasting even a sip of that bitter brew, through her experience, tells me the saying is true.

“I’m mad at God.”

The pain in these words rang through the halls as I sat outside a memorial service delivered by Reverend Calvin Butts. He was referring to the untimely passing of a young mother in our community. I knew what he meant and appreciated his transparency in that moment. His humanity couldn’t comprehend why something so terrible had to happen. He was thinking of the husband and child she left behind…and he’d loved her and it hurt. The reverend said those words through tears.

So hearing the news of my friends loss at an annual picnic a few years ago was more than any of us could bear. It wasn’t fair. I was mad at God too. I know He’s sovereign but I’ll be honest – I was mad anyway.

Last night I heard the news. She gets a second chance. A second chance at motherhood, a first chance at a daughter, another chance at life.

I drank in the picture of their daughter and prayed His favor over their family. They aren’t young, or new parents. They’re brave and wise. This is a bold step of faith and they’ll need God, like we all do,  to raise a little girl for His glory.  She’s here! I imagine their sorrow turned joy, their mourning turned dancing. They’re celebrating the life of a son…gone too soon,  the grace gift of a daughter and a God who declares this season new – a second chance.

Rejoice with me. Her name is Mariel.

and this song, a little gospel in my head – “Special Gift” by Donnie McClurkin

 

heaven sent me a wonderful, very special, beautiful gift

Let your handmaiden find grace in your sight…#GiveMeGrace

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Posted in adoption, christianity, faith, Give Me Grace, infertility, life, motherhood, parenting, uncategorized - Tagged #GiveMeGrace, God, hope, mother, second chance, women

On the Work of Motherhood and Dreams

Jul 25, 2014 20 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
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flickr cc : Ethan Hickerson

Lying across the “big bed”, an open window invites a breeze to tickle my spine. Stretching out like this feels good for the kink living in my lower back and I pour myself into the purr escaping my lips. Unplanned moments of self-care are welcomed and I melt into the lifetime of that heartbeat.

I hear the hum of a hospital generator and nothing else. I wanted to write, but when I sat down at the computer my littlest lovely called out. In the middle of working out his daytime drama in dreamland, he needs my touch, to sleep peacefully at night.

And that’s cool. Until it ain’t. My life feels interrupted and right now, parenthood is paralyzing. Every day it gets harder to keep up with what I consider my passion. I’m struggling with the chasm between what I have to do and what I want to do and the bridge connecting my dreams and reality is under construction. I can’t find my way over, back or through. Motherhood is an exhausting job and one I wanted most, but sometimes, I wonder if the work of parenting should trump everything else. And if there’s a way to do it all.

I recognize the holy hard work I do as an all-consuming calling. It colors my world, bleeding a hodge-podge of tie-dyed crimson. If asked, it’s the work I’m most proud of. But when I consider other dreams, even for a second, it jumps to the front of the line. Every time. Refusing to take second place, even temporarily, parenthood photo bombs my life. There’s very little space to carve out a cleft for writing or dancing or dreaming.

Number 3 at home is compulsory school age now and September will mark the beginning of my life as a homeschooling mama of many. I wonder if I can juggle it. Middle school math is a brain frazzler and the effort to launch my lovelies secure in their faith while focusing on pursuing their dreams is a full-time job.

I dream of advancing the kingdom beyond my 4 walls. Is that possible for a full-time parent/ educator? And, if I can’t is that enough? My reach, my parenting platform seems insignificant when I watch friends trot off to places of higher learning, successful second careers outside the home or life changing missionary journeys.

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flickr cc : seyed mostafa zamani

And then I’ll have a day like today. Motherhood affirming days where everything clicks and my tank of mommy juice is full. My children laugh and play well together. At least one of them will say something profound or flat-out funny, letting me know – I’m raising good people. A few words will flash dance on paper before getting lost in my heart. I’ll wake up feet firmly planted in the ground of my motherhood because I’m not trying to separate my calling and passion. I’ll know – I’m where I belong. The soil is rich and roots me. And there’s time. For all of it.

I see the imprint of feet next to me and feel assured by women walking the same road. Their strength buoys my efforts. They may not offer to do my laundry but always, always breathe grace. I feel the melody of my story mingle with theirs. The God glimmer of his promise lies in the footprints I see ahead. He’ll walk this thing with us. We’re not alone. Our work matters. All of it.

Writing in community with The High Calling

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Posted in christianity, faith, life, motherhood, uncategorized - Tagged children, dreams, God, parenting, The High Calling, women, work

Nothing To Hold But Hope : a review and giveaway

Jul 23, 2014 12 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson

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I began my online journey encouraging women facing infertility. Doing a hashtag search on twitter led me to Jennifer. Our shared stories of loss and hope, struggle and grace sealed the deal. We were infertility warriors. We survived.

Friends, empty arms are a heavy burden. For women of faith it’s particularly challenging. The goal is peace, for his will to be done, but often what’s happening in our physical bodies makes believing in a God we can’t see all the more  difficult. Nothing makes sense. Exhausted by deep repetitive blows to our femininity, our marriages, and friendships, we experience life – like the living dead, belief battered, faith…shattered.

But God.

When you survive something like that you come out stronger. You feel compelled to tell your story because you know…other women struggle in the wilderness.  Yours is the testimony they need to hear. Yours is the heartbeat of hope and the promise of Gods very real ability to “show up”.

When Jennifer contacted me about her book I was honored to have the opportunity to read her heart. As told through the eyes of a woman of wisdom, Jennifer shares a perfect example of his light shining through the darkest circumstances. Nothing To Hold But Hope is a story of persistent faith and the glory of His sweet victory. You don’t walk through this kind of journey without securing a few life changing lessons and Jennifer lives this title. She breathes this message of hope.

I’m linking up with #TellHisStory and Coffee For Your Heart today.  This is the kind of story everyone needs to hear – a universal message of hope. Because it’s not just about infertility…it’s about loss and grief of any kind. It’s about dreams and prayer and faith, found.

I know you’ll be blessed by her words and I’m delighted to giveaway a copy.

Share a little of your “nothing to hold but hope story” in the comments.  I’m imagining a praise filled stream of Gods goodness and look forward to rejoicing with you. Next Wednesday, I’ll select the winner using Random.org.

Nothing To Hold But Hope is available on Amazon.

 

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Give Me Grace : Wings

Jul 19, 2014 36 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson

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And to the woman were given two wings of a great eagle, that she might fly into the wilderness, into her place, where she is nourished for a time, and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent. (‭Revelation‬ ‭12‬:‭14‬ KJV)

I have all I need. A God who sees and knows me graced me with the gift of flight. The knower of all-knowing understands women are birds. Lift off, flight, cruising at a comfortable altitude are all part of the plan. But a piece of this perfection involves rest.
His plan of exit..respite from the wilderness is biblical. God ordained rest is a God good thing.

When was the last time you holed away with his word? Built a nest from his feathers and allowed him to feed you? Restore you for the battles you’re called to fight? When was the last time you gave your wings a rest?

I’m in the nest y’all.

I’ve peeled back layers. The dry skin of my disobedience, and insecurity. My wilfulness and envy. Every time I think I’m done I find another. At first it fell off in clumps. Writing, saying the hard things, being intentional about conversations….”going there” produced the results he looked for. Delighted to see the junk slough off so quickly, I kept at it. But then it got harder.  Still, the effort required to keep exfoliation going was manageable.

I was pleased.

Until He showed me a layer I’d forgotten.  Translucent and fragile, it’s barely noticeable. But it’s a covering and its separating me from Him. The embryonic veil covering my soul is still intact and He wants me naked, raw. He wants me to remember being vulnerable and quiet. He wants me to imagine myself without wings. To rest. Because flight is powerful and wings can make us forget. I can flap them in my own strength and if I’m not careful, imagine wings as reward. It’s important we remember wings, weren’t designed only for work.

At first this was disheartening. I’m all about action and let’s make a plan and do it. NOW. I dream about flight.

So I sat. And I remembered my time in the nest, before the wings. When I lay before him weak and incapable of anything without his strength. And I marvelled at the glory of my barely formed body, in its premature state. And my spine and back and the beautiful way he pinpointed the placement of joints to support the wings he’d gift. I saw my development. And I saw his hands.

He designed my wings.

I was shaped in the strength of vulnerability. I was prepared for flight before I had wings. My form is designed to carry the weight and wisdom of wings.

The wings? The wings are a gift. From a God who loves me enough to set me free. I focused on wings as a resource for flight. I couldn’t see beyond my aspirations to soar. High. Higher. But He tells me sometimes, wings are simply divine transportation, a mode of escape from my personal wilderness.

Get thee to the valley and stay put. Rest.

Come away my beloved. Take flight with me.

Let you handmaiden find grace in your sight…#GiveMeGrace ~ read more ~
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Unforced Rhythms : Wild God

Jul 14, 2014 23 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
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He isn’t afraid of me. He wouldn’t be God if he were.
And my fear is not an option.

I’m just curious enough to ask about the god tug on my heart.
He created me that way.
When he dreamed a dream of me he knew I’d hear his song
Dance with him in the dark.

A godless life is not for me
I’m walking a path of irreverent reverence.
A daily ritual where I lift my arms high to get low.
I bow down to his unforced rhythms…of grace

My love for him is free.
A crazy melding of weak and beautiful. strong and hopeful.
It’s as it should be.

He leads with confidence and knows my feelings are tangible intangibles
Tied forever to a heart of silk….and stone
He drinks my wild obedience. Wants me free to savor His direction
He wants my wholly uncivilized yes.
In all things….especially the things that challenge me.

He is unadorned and pure.
All God-glory in a field of uncultivated flowers
And so am I.
And so am I.

He is righteous and furious
Turning his face away from the tarnished spoils of battles with unnamed gods.

He pours more
Expects more.
Asks me to walk eyes closed, trust him with the steps of this indigenous choreography

He is as tall as I want him to be. And everywhere I can see.
He can’t be, won’t be contained
He wants me to live that way too
Rules and words he didn’t create, Do Not Apply

His dreams for me are without borders, fluid configurations He equips me to mold

And

My love for him is wild.
It’s broken and tempestuous, uninhibited, and ridiculous
I give and receive…and receive again
I am a living offering, a perpetual praise

I can’t be too damaged to get lost in his love.
He fixes me.
His love is full of everything I’m afraid of and everything I long for
His love is life.

I can’t escape him
He pursues me, favors me, blesses me
Breaks me
And finds me

Changed.

I don’t want him to stop.

He is my wild God and I am His reckless wonder.

feeling connected to Kelli and friends at Unforced Rhythms

remembered this post was inspired by a prompt given during a Story Sessions write in

 

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Posted in christianity, faith, life, love, relationships, uncategorized - Tagged dance, God, Story Sessions, unforced rhythms, wild

Give Me Grace : Write

Jul 12, 2014 45 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
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Write the things which thou hast seen, and the things which are, and the things which shall be hereafter

– ‭Revelation‬ ‭1‬:‭19‬ KJV

I’ve written for as long as I can remember but my clearest recognition of the muse showing up in my life was in 2nd grade. I was in love with my teacher Mrs. Simmons. In love in the way that little girls capture a glimpse of themselves in the future …as a woman. She was cocoa complexioned with a short cap of natural hair. She was smart and funny, delicate and powerful. I wanted to be like her. This was the 70’s in the inner city and life for many young adults was about expressing themselves as descendants of Africa. All my teachers wore dashikis and Afros. It was a special time.

Mrs. Simmons fascinated me. And she loved the English language of which she was a focused and dedicated teacher. The best way to communicate with her, I thought would be a letter. So that’s what I did. I wrote poems and shared stories with her for an entire year. The first offering came after class one day and I remember how nervous I felt as I slipped the folded note I’d written in her hand. As I write I remember the room, the scent of patchouli that escaped her blouse when she leaned over my desk and the wrought iron hooks we hung our coats on.

My delight in sharing words with her was simple – to know she read them was enough.  ~ read more ~

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Five Minute Friday : Belong

Jul 11, 2014 23 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
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Belong

I am a bird
Stretching wings
Far and free
Trusting the God of love to carry me

I belong to the sky
I am learning to fly ~ read more ~
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Give Me Grace : Living My Amen, Learning to Let It Be

Jul 04, 2014 22 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
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photo : flickr cc : katy silberger

Whatever God has promised gets stamped with the Yes of Jesus. In him, this is what we preach and pray, the great Amen, God’s Yes and our Yes together, gloriously evident. God affirms us, making us a sure thing in Christ, putting his Yes within us. By his Spirit he has stamped us with his eternal pledge—a sure beginning of what he is destined to complete.

(‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭1‬:‭20-22‬ MSG)

I’m learning to live my amen. The word connection came up as a prompt in a writing assignment this week. It’s no surprise. I love how His spirit infiltrates every detail of our lives. If you’re looking, there’s a lesson. An important personal message hidden amongst the mundane…probably right under your nose – in the ordinary. ~ read more ~

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Ten Things I’m Into…( June)

Jul 01, 2014 15 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
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1. Spike Lee - This month marks the 25th anniversary of Spike Lee’s “Do The Right Thing.” I took my children to the block party celebration and talked all things Spike lee to them in the days before the event. It was a crash course full of passion on cinematic history for African-Americans, on class and culture, on racism in America, the issues addressed in the film and, current events that make you question how far we’ve come. We watched the first part of When the Levees Broke and grieved over the graphic images of a city seemingly abandoned in the face of a natural disaster. I’m grateful for the talks with my tweens. Their world is and isn’t so different from the world I grew up in. Engaging in adult conversation, with my children, whatever the topic, is a treasure.  ~ read more ~

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