What I want vs what God has planned

Well it is sooo not a secret that I want to be a mother.  If this is news to you, then you must not have read many of my previous blogs or spoken to me ever....  Moving on.

We have been taking Clomid now for all of 2012.  We've done two dosing levels, had one pregnancy and subsequent pregnancy loss.  Now I was fulling expecting this to be easier.  Our trouble getting pregnant is that I don't ovulate regularly.  The clomid is supposed to fix this.  So why is it that we are not expecting a child yet?  Why has God not answered our prayer more favorably?

God has a plan.  His plan is truly the only plan that is worth anything at all.  God's plan is what is best.  His plan is the ultimate in good.  It is designed to bring us closer to Him, to deepen our faith in Him, and to make us more like Him.

I know that God plans for Nick and I to be parents one day.  What I don't know and what I am having more and more trouble waiting on, is when that will be.  I really feel like it is soon, but that may be more of what I want creeping into what I am interrupting God's plan to be.

So now we look at perspective.

What good can come from waiting?  Well I could look at this wait as a way for God to punish me.  I could look at it as a way for God to torture me and laugh at my tears and desires.  Or I can delve deep into the Word and find truth.  God does not make us wait for things to do any of us harm or to laugh in our tear stained faces.  No friends,  He makes us wait to teach us patience.  To humble us so that we can see that the world is much much bigger than we are.  He makes us wait so that we can grow in our relationship with him and so that we can be stronger in our faith and an example to others who need a faithful example in their lives.  the perspective takes time to come.  The further I am from the beginning of this journey the more clearly I can see the path.  For this I am thankful.

What good can come from finally getting pregnant only to lose the child so soon?  Well dear friends, it was hard to accept at first, but God gave us a child to ensure us that this is possible.  He gave us a child to confirm to us that we are on the right path.  Because at the time that those tests turned positive I truly felt it would never happen to me.  Why then did He plan for us to lose that child?  This is fairly simple and it all boils down to two things.  I have said for many years that I was not strong enough to make it through a miscarriage, but God has shown me that with Him I can not only make it through, but come out of it stronger than I ever thought I would be.  The second thing is that it simply was not our time yet.

God is good!  His plan is perfect!  So what is the point of this blog?  The point is that what I want isn't against (vs) what God has planned.  What I want IS God's Plan for my life and the perspective to see His hand through out the entire journey.

Faith

I believe that I need my friends to break through the ceiling of a strangers house and lower my mat before the feet of our Lord, because I am weary and broken.

That's all.  Thanks.

Forgiveness

So lately forgiveness has been weighing heavy on my heart.

So I have been replaying all kinds of memories in my head starting with as early as I can remember.  I have no boundaries here with forgiveness.  

Several times people and events will just randomly pop into my head.  But this morning I was awoken from a  very vivid dream and knew right away this person needed to be at the top of my forgiveness list.  

I won't get into the  specifics of what I am forgiving this person for nor will I publicly name her, but I want to share my dream and my idea for reaching that goal of forgiveness.

Dream:

Nick and I were entering a Tuesday Morning store and one of my favorite tellers at Nick's work was the check out girl.  We were shopping around and all of a sudden this former friend of mine walks by and says hello.  I politely respond with hello and continue walking.  She turns around and begins to ask me questions regarding some of the things I had planned in my previous employment.  I answered, but found myself giving very abrupt answers and trying to hold back my responses.  I could feel myself getting frustrated. Eventually i just turned around and screamed at her "QUIT TALKING TO ME" The look on her face was first startled, as she has never heard me fight with someone let along yell at them. then almost as quickly she yelled back "I was just asking you a question"  my response was simply "Well I don't want to answer questions for you" "Why not" "Why are you asking me anyway?" "because you are the one who came up with the ideas" "Why are they good enough now, but when I was still there you said if I were going to be there the next year you were leaving?"  (all of that was still screaming at each other.)  This is when I woke up and realized that I still held some pretty serious feelings against this former friend.

My plan for forgiveness:

Every time I hear the word forgiveness or think the word or think of this person (which seems like a lot lately)   I say every good thing that I can think of about that person and then I make sure to pray for them also.

So now my biggest question is what does forgiveness look like.  If I look only at Christ's example, which is my initial thought, I would fully embrace these people if they ever came back into my life.  although there are people who it not be wise to allow full access to my life again.  my second thought is for that reasoning- that while I harbor no ill wishes for them and do not allow them to effect my thoughts, feelings and actions, I allow a buffer between the two of us.  

What does true Christian forgiveness look like?  How is it achieved?  Is it necessary to relive those painful memories and search through the muck to find a foothold for forgiveness, or can it simply be done by speaking the truth of forgiveness into that situation?  

Father- as I seek to grow deeper into fellowship with you, and as I seek to be more like you- offering true forgiveness to those who have hurt and harmed me- I pray that you be with me and bless the efforts I am putting toward this.  You have placed my feet upon this journey of forgiveness for a purpose.  I believe it is more than simply to feel free, it is deeper than a feeling.  You have challenged me to grow in this area and to develop an understanding of forgiveness, so that ultimately I will forgive myself in some pretty big ways.  You are calling me to a deeper relationship with you and in order for that to happen these are the steps I have to take.  Be with me as I step towards you in this.  Help me to knock down barriers and continue to bring people and situations to my heart so that every wall is torn down.  Put people in my path and give me opportunities to speak forgiveness to people and ask for forgiveness from them if need be.  Humble my heart so that I can recognize when I am the barrier that needs broken down.  As always, I am your servant.  Lead the way and I will follow.  In Jesus's Precious and Holy Name I pray. Amen!

Who was that girl?

This is a picture of me and an ex-boyfriend of mine circa 1995.

This was my favorite style.  Jeans, plain white tshirt, and unbuttoned button down flannel (usually my older brother's).  Although you can't see them, I was probably wearing a clunky black suede and white leather shoe, that was my favorite pair of shoes- second only to a brown leather chunky shoe.

The boy on the left side of the picture played a big role in my life for three years.  We started dating during the spring of my seventh grade year.  He was older, an either grader, and he noticed me.  His friend says that he noticed me walking in the hall while his class was having computer class.  Imagine me walking by while you and your friends are having typing lessons or playing Oregon Trail or maybe Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego... He turns to his friend, who i had known through elementary school or something, and asking "Who is that?"  I imagine the conversation went something like this:
Friend: "Who? That girl?  Oh her name is Hallie. "  
Future BF: "you know her????!?!?!?"
friend: "sure.  I could introduce you if you want."
future bf: "well, you know, that would be cool."


Fast forward to track practice awhile later and in the gym, my friend Jon introduces me to Luke.  I remember not really thinking anything of it at the time.  Just a boy meeting a girl.  Of course I gave him my phone number, but never in my wildest dreams did I expect him to call.  but I still remember the sound of his voice.  I still remember the awkward first conversation that lasted for hours and by the time I got off the phone I knew Luke and I would at least be good friends.


It was at a track meet on tax day, April 15th, that I met his mom.  She was so young and beautiful, i actually asked if she was his sister.  I won major brownie points with her and that evening Luke asked me to "GO OUT".  I was pleased as punch and so head over heals for him.  


The rest of the school year, if we weren't together, we were talking on the phone.  He became more than my boyfriend.  He was my best friend.  He could make me laugh and laugh!  He and Jon knew some guy who had an extra room that he let Luke and Jon hang out in, so one day the three of us headed there.  Not because we wanted to escape parental control, but because Luke's parents weren't home, and Jon's parents weren't home either.  We had no place to go really.  We listened to music and laughed.  We talked about track and about the future.  This is were Luke and I shared our first kiss.  


I remember my first real kiss, but this first kiss knocked that one WAY out of the park.  I never wanted to stop kissing him.  nothing else.  just kissing.


Luke 'graduated' from either grade and we swore that even though next year would be hard, we would make it work.  It was the summer that tore us apart.


He went to live with his cousins in Canton, IL to work on their land for the summer.  it was excruciating!  i punished myself by sleeping on my bedroom floor and not leaving the house except to deliver my paper route for at least half the summer.  Remember this was before cell phones, email, texting, etc.  I spent my time writing notes and letters to Luke.  I kept them in a plastic gumball jar from sam's next to my summer pallet...


My friend Jyl, finally convinced me to do something with her.  during the course of this time I met a new boy.    His name was Josh.  He was a little on the 'wild' side.  just enough to be really exciting!  Man did he want to go out with me.  I eventually gave in to his flirtations and the dimples in his cheeks.  

The very day Luke got home from Canton, I called him and over the phone I broke his heart.  I never meant to hurt him.  In fact I was completely honest with him.  I told him that I had kissed Josh and I would completely understand if he wanted to break up with me.  I wasn't going out with Josh anymore, but it is that trust thing that we had somehow lost.

The summer finally ended and i began my either grade year a single girl!  funny that I had begun every other year of school as a single girl, but this year it was more important.  Around the time of my birthday in September, I heard from Luke.  He had gotten a job.  He sacked groceries at  a small grocery market near his house and did I want to come over to his house on Thursday night to talk?

YES YES YES I absolutely wanted to see him again.  Who was I without Luke by my side.  I missed him so much.  of course we began dating again and Thursday nights were our nights.  We sat on the couch in his family room with his mom and step father and watched ER.  Then we would sometimes go for walks around the neighborhood, and sometimes just sit on the front porch and talk.  Thursdays were my favorite nights and no other day compared to them.  something about Luke had changed.

At the time, I thought it was the stress of his job and being in high school, but looking back I know he changed the day I told him about Josh.  we fought on the phone a lot and eventually thursday nights weren't enough to keep us together.  By Thanksgiving we had broken up again.

I started to date another guy in 8th grade named Scott in the spring.  we were in a play together and had a lot in common.  after our own 8th grade graduation after a few weeks of summer freedom, my friend and I went for a walk.  We walked to Scott's house, but he was not home, so we kept walking and we found ourselves in Luke's neighborhood.  My stomach turned flip flops inside of me as we knocked on his door.  When no one answered my heart sunk to the souls of my feet.  But then as if angels had tickled him, I heard Luke's boisterous laughter about two houses down.  So my friend, being fearless, went and knocked on the door of the neighbors who told us to come around back.

I can see it even still today.  Luke's eyes, as blue as the sky, and the shock of seeing me.  the smile that lit up his face.  I asked him once what his first thought was when he saw me come around the side of that house, and his answer was "I thought, 'My princess has come back to me!'"  my heart melted into his embrace and it was like we had never broken up.  By 10 pm that night I had called Scott and broken up with him by simply saying I was still in love with Luke.

The next few months were heavenly.  but the months that followed them, after school started again, were far from it.

I began this blog by asking Who was that girl in the picture.  That girl was me.  during those not so heavenly months. I was Luke's princess for sure.  but more than that I was fearless around him.  I was confident.  I felt beautiful- even when things were bad I still knew I was beautiful.

Where did that girl go?  When did I let her escape?  What do I need to do to get her back, or at least a part of her...

Here we go again!

Well, I just took my first dosage of Clomid since the miscarriage.

My feelings are ALL messed up!  Excited for the prospect of becoming pregnant.  Worried that my body will not keep a pregnancy.  Sad for the lost little one.  weary of trying and of waiting.

I know God is going to give us a child.  He has told me that.  For now, however I need to focus on me.  I have spent so much of my existence these past 8 years being "the girl who can't get pregnant" (maybe they should write a book about it...) that I have just let myself disappear.

Who am I?
What do I like to do?
What music do I like?
Who do I like to spend time with?
What do I like to do?
What do I like to eat?
How do I like to wear my hair?

Do you know that it had been 4 years since I had my hair cut?  4 YEARS!!!!!!  How does a girl go 4 YEARS without at least a trim?  So if you see me doing something you have never seen me doing before, or laughing a little louder than you are used to, it is okay.  I am just trying to find the girl I once was.  The girl who people used to like to be around.   The silly, confident girl who likes to stick her tongue out in pictures... heck the girl who used to get her picture taken and used to take care of herself.

Pray for us as we continue this journey.  Pray for me as I begin to seek the carefree girl I used to be.

Negative

Well, I took my pregnancy test and you can tell by the subject line, that it was negative.  In the moments when I feel that I have nothing left to give- I give it all to God.  I am not strong enough, so I depend on Him to be strong enough for both of us.  I know He can do it.  He is big enough to carry this for me and He is worthy enough for me to continue to trudge on through the mud and the muck.  When my heart feels empty and I trust that He will fill it with joy when I turn to Him.  When I see no point in continuing on, I remember the people who are fighting beside me and warring for me and it gives me strength enough to get on my knees.

The journey is long, and the wait is difficult, but I am assured of His promise of fruit.  Praise God from whom all blessings flow.  Praise Him all creatures here below. Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts.  Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.

James 1:17

What a difference 3 weeks makes

3 weeks ago I was sitting in my OBGYN's office having known for 3 weeks that I was finally pregnant.  Now three weeks later I am sitting on my couch watching Dharma and Greg about and writing about not being pregnant anymore.

I no longer cry everyday... although I think about our baby each day.

In a week or so we can begin our treatments again.  So at least there is something to look forward to.  Although to be honest I am fearful to try again.  Fearful of having the same outcome again.  It is an unhealthy fear, i realize this, but it is real and present.

Pray with us against this fear and against attacks from the Evil one.