Early on in my journey, I found myself completely lost and in an world full of the unknown. I didn’t know what was going on with my body. I didn’t know how to cope. I didn’t know how to act. I was frustrated that, by default, I couldn’t get away from it. I didn’t understand why I’d get so upset at every pregnancy announcement and why I was completely obsessed with the show ‘A Baby Story’!

Do you guys remember that show? It followed a different couple or two every episode in their last weeks of pregnancy, labor & delivery, and ended on a mini follow up of their post labor lives. Of course I’d cry joyful and yet longing tears at each one. I loved that show!

Life was (and still can be) so frustrating and confusing. Every time I thought “Ok, I’ve got this” something would happen and back to being a recluse I’d go.  So many times, I’d have a glimmer of hope only to have it taken away or squashed by the big, bad bitterness bug. So, what’s a girl to do? I did what I only knew to do. I turned to scripture knowing that it MUST have something explaining all this. I was right.

Meet Hannah. She was an infertile myrtle just like so many of us. As I read her story, I realized I was experiencing so many of the feelings she had so long ago. This was the first time I truly didn’t feel alone. I clung to the details of her life like my own life depended on it. I read her story over and over and every time I’d find a new detail bringing HOPE & comfort to my wounded heart. Her story was my saving grace. It pointed me in the directions I was to go, addressed issues I’d had in my heart, and explained just about everything I was going through. You can find her story in 1 Samuel 1 & 2.

Here’s my point. You have a STORY and you never know how it will change someone’s life. Here we are thousands of years later and her story has affected little ole’ me in the greatest way. Infertile myrtles – tell your story, let the tears flow, and don’t be scared. You’ve got this. Shine on, girlfriends. Shine on.