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Warrior Song :: Infertility Prayer Day #31

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This armor is heavy, pressing on my shoulders …weighing me down. It’s hard to lift my arms. Barely swinging in time with my stride, my pace slows. I’m fighting a battle with an enemy I didn’t expect and I’m tired.

What will winning look like? What will put an end to this war? I stab blindly into the dark abyss of infertility. My sword is twisted and bent from use. My jabs, barely enough to keep my enemy at bay. Most days I don’t even try. It’s a wonder this has gone on so long. How am I fighting this battle alone?

Friends creep towards the front lines to whisper words of hope. But they don’t stay long. She breathes fear and loneliness. The dragon of infertility leaves even the bravest silent. The bloody battles of menstruation, miscarriage and loss, so formidable – we dare not speak their names. Friends…run away.

I pull a thread bare cloak around me to keep warm. And I drag my feet through dried leaves, barely lifting them. I need to feel connected. Grounded. Bound forever to something bigger than myself.

And I hear it. The small cries of a woman in the distance. I’ve come to know this muffled sound well. The new warriors don’t like to cry. They never want to cry. But I’m here to welcome her…baptize her in the ring of fire. Stop the bleeding, bind the wounds. Help her recover from a loss that cuts wide – and deep. She doesn’t know it, but she’ll play savior to my soul as well. Our tears mingling in a river of grief turned praise. Her presence assures my purpose and in community we’ll find strength. Together, we’ll heal.

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I turn…taking steps toward the sound.
And then….remember. God is here in this empty place. In this place of dry bones – where the sun won’t shine…He does.  And I feel it. I feel Him. I don’t, we don’t – fight alone.

And then…the lullaby of love stuck in the pit of my heart springs forth. And I open my mouth wide….to sing.

This is the warrior song.
I hear it calling.
Piercing the barrier, breaking the veil
Renewing faith and finding strength
A voice rising and falling…the ebb and flow of the warriors cry
Pick up your sword
Warrior strong, warrior long
He battles with you.
So sprinkle notes of hope
Sing a song of love and praise
This is the warrior song and I’ll sing it loud and true.
I’ll sing it over you.

A little word…

He said, Hearken, all Judah, you inhabitants of Jerusalem, and you King Jehoshaphat. The Lord says this to you: Be not afraid or dismayed at this great multitude; for the battle is not yours, but God’s. (2 Chronicles 20:15 AMP)

A little prayer…

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Infertility Prayer Day #31

You can catch up with earlier posts in this series by clicking here.

I’m so grateful for the time we spent together this month. Thank you for reading and sharing The Process, The Promise :: 31 days of Infertility Prayer.

A free download of Warrior Song: notes of hope on infertility and adoption is waiting for you. Click here.

 

How to Thrive :: Living with Infertility Day #30

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choosing to thrive

Do you want to thrive?

In the process, we find his promise. It is a story of redemption…and grace. God uses our struggles to draw us to himself. He reveals a greater sense of his love. We walk away from the battle with wisdom from the journey poured on us like oil. Our very being saturated in a love soaked garment of praise. You just don’t make it through the battle without a greater sense of his love, a clear understanding of how this life, is all about the process. The promise is the fulfillment of his purpose in you. It’s there we begin to thrive.

How do we thrive when faced with infertility? What does it look like? I gathered a listing of infertility warriors who are doing just that. Most are women, like you, in the throes of battle. They fight bravely in the NOW of their infertility. Some have resolved their infertility by becoming parents, still others have chosen to fight the battle publicly though advocacy. All share the vital, redemptive, life changing words of story. They tell the story. 20131101-043549.jpg

This is what it means to thrive.

first a resource –

Fertile Thoughts – so, before there were blogs, I began online friendships and connections at Fertile Thoughts. Some of the relationships continue today…over 12 years later. I found the site as a new adoptive parent and would go online to ask questions about my new mama struggles. I was concerned with attachment and had questions about adoptive nursing. I connected with women who got me. Women who wanted/ needed to express their feelings and share their stories in a community of women…like them. There is nothing like connection with your tribe to make any hardships you face …doable. I loved the community there and even though we’ve never met, consider Jamie Doffing, my friend forever.

I am loving Fertility for Colored Girls and it’s founder Rev. Stacey L. Edwards-Dunn.

Many want to know, why a separate organization for women of color?

here’s an answer from the site:

Research shows that among the 7.3 million women/couples in the United States, approximately 11.5% African American women compared to 7% of white women, experience a variety of infertility problems.

Unfortunately, even though these alarming rates of infertility among African-American women exist, studies show and Dr. Désirée McCarthy-Keith, a Reproductive Endocrinologist at Georgia Reproductive Specialist states that women of color utilize fertility services less often and seek medical care too late.

There are many reasons why African-American women fail to seek infertility care. The following are few examples:
Cost of Infertility Services, Access to Infertility Services
Lack of Education and Awareness, Shame and Fear
Lack of Health Care, Lack of Support, Lack of Finances
Culture, Limited Awareness of Treatment Options
Lack of Access to Treatment Options

This is a good God thing. Organizations like Fertility for Colored Girls offer a safe place for women of color to share their stories. Awareness, Advocacy and Education is essential to combating the issue of infertility among African-American Women.

Stay tuned for their Adoption Webinar on November 7th.

And a few others that inspire me…in no particular order

Natasha Metzler – http://natashametzler.com. The beautiful writing on this blog drew me in…now I’m a cheerleader for Natasha. She is the author of Pain Redeemed.

The Broken Brown Egg – another organization that speaks to the needs of women of color. straight talk and a lot of humor about infertility. Regina Townsend brings the goods on infertility awareness using her real life journey.

Wanza Leftwich – All faith. All the time. With Wanza you have to believe. Wanza is the author of Faith and Fertility and was one of my first twitter friends. She is also a motivational speaker and business builder.

A Royal Daughter – beautiful Christian lifestyle blog of an infertility warrior. Amanda is expecting her first baby. Yay!

Jennifer Kostick – Jennifer keeps me on my toes in the blogosphere. She beautifully represents Christ through a story of redemption after loss. You can get a free copy of her e-book Mercy Waits on her blog. Jen and I got to meet recently at Allume.

Marcy Hanson – Foster care advocate , adoptive mama and full time nurse…Marcy is on it. Marcy’s book No Maybe Baby is a available here.

Stay tuned for TheHeartSpa , a new blog coming soon by Resealia McKinney, my Incouragers community group co-leader at THRIVE (in)fertility

And the blog of infertility warrior Hysha Robinson Nesmith , Mrs. New York America 2013 – using her personal struggles with infertility as a platform, Hysha won the crown last year.

A power packed word…..

The righteous shall flourish like a palm tree,
He shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
Those who are planted in the house of the Lord
Shall flourish in the courts of our God.
They shall still bear fruit in old age;
They shall be fresh and flourishing,
To declare that the Lord is upright;
He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him. – Psalm 92: 12-15

More beautiful words…

“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style” – Maya Angelou

“Surviving is important. Thriving is elegant.” ― Maya Angelou

And a prayer…

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Infertility Prayer Day #30

You can catch up on earlier posts in this series by clicking here.

When You Think Infertility Is Forever :: Tell Your Story Day #29

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stretching beyond :: forever
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I didn’t want to be infertile forever. I thought talking about it after I’d gone through it would keep me trapped. Contained in a world of desperate, unfulfilled dreams. Even though mine had come true. Because the word, the feeling has a way of coloring everything you do. Being infertile makes you bitter and cynical. And there’s no hope or happiness for the infertile. Right? Part of the trap is you really believe the lies. You keep your story to yourself. But the truth is – writing about it and believing with other women has freed me.

Last week a friend said to me…”Lisha…you aren’t infertile anymore.” And I jumped back. Inside anyway. I’m pretty cool on the exterior and can hold that kind of thing in. Anyway…it struck something deep in me. I’m not infertile. Saying that makes me cry. Because I’ve never said it. The weight of those words tell a long ago tale of a girl who wanted to be a mama but wasn’t. They weigh heavily on my soul. Because that girl was me.

That girl is me. I am not infertile. But I remember. In a good way.

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Adoption doesn’t cure infertility, but becoming a mother healed me. Baptism in the mother – hood by any means necessary was what I needed. Being a mother numbed me to the word infertility. The word…the fact was real. But his truth transforms and I no longer felt defeated by it. My daily life wasn’t consumed by it.

I wondered if writing, engaging dialogue, asking questions and praying about all this was perhaps a trick to keep me from moving forward. Can I write about infertility forever…will I identify with infertility forever?

Yes. And no.

Yes. I will identify with infertility forever. God keeps my heart soft for the current warriors in battle. I know my story, encouragement and prayer are Gods calling on my life to use something broken…my redeemed journey – for His glory.

No. I don’t expect I’ll write solely about infertility forever. I am a multi-faceted woman with, opinions and beliefs I want to share. I have stories to tell. I am alive and strive to be authentic. I can’t do that if I only talk about infertility. I can’t do that if I hold back on the other stories. Infertility is part of my story but it isn’t the only one. I know He has other secrets to share with me, other mysteries he’ll reveal. I’ll write about those as they come. The profound lessons learned on this path transfer to just about any hardship in life. I can easily see them woven into the fabric of adventures to come.

I did have a baby. And after so many years of infertility it was weird. And hard, and I felt like a traitor. I had to come to terms with that. Dual citizenship has its benefits but I thought someday, I’d have to choose. Have the baby and walk away…into the supposed sunset in the land of the fertile? Or stay…available for service to others? My instinct was always to reach back…. at least try to help. I never considered walking away. I chose to tell the story.

I don’t want to down play the miracle. God showed up big in my life. But I know his purpose, his plan in me was hard-won. And it was won through my infertility. I can’t forget that. He used that season to seal me. Am I infertile forever? No. The word infertility doesn’t define me. But it has shaped part of my calling. I am a warrior for women and most importantly, forever….His. My story – interlaced, with the forever of his eternal love.

A little word…

I will declare that your love stands firm forever, that you have established your faithfulness in heaven itself. – Psalm 89:2

A little prayer…

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Infertility Prayer Day #29

You can catch up on earlier posts in this series by clicking here.

Day Off :: a Beautifully Made Transition Day #28

Today is our last day off for the month. I’d hoped to do our usual –  share music, crafty and fun things or introduce you to some of my favorite people. But late Monday evening my daughter began her dance with the moon and my heart is full of all the dreams and love I have for her. Indulge me as I share a few of my thoughts on this beautifully made transition.

Blessings to you on your day off!

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Last night, my first-born daughter joined me under the moonlight.
We danced.
She…taking her first steps
Pointing her toes in a warm pool of lunar loveliness
Testing her connection with women, with wisdom …and the beautifully made divine.

Rumblings and quakes foretold the coming of this day.

She moved and spun around me all year. We fought. Our cosmic collisions inevitable.

Pulling away but still attracted, still attached to her center.

My core. The Son.

She stays on my radar.
Orbiting around my mother sun
We’re establishing a new way of being.
Mother / daughter – women? Stars?
Redefining our connection
Because she isn’t a baby.
Anymore.
She was born a fierce woman of God
A supernova
And I will trail her brilliance
and give her reasons to track mine

She…my girl, my lovely one, my pretty princess.
Shines bright.
There is another woman in the house.
Another beautifully made, creative and powerful
Woman of God …. in the house.

You can catch up with earlier posts in this series by clicking here.