What God Meant

The following was taken from another infertile's blog. I can't tell you what reading this meant to me. I hope this touches the rest of you as well, especially those of us who God has chosen this path for us. This makes infertility seem more like a blessing than a curse. What God Meant Author Unknown     What do I think God meant when He gave me infertility?   I think He meant for my husband and I to grow closer, become stronger, love deeper.   I think God meant for us to find the fortitude within ourselves to get up every time infertility knocks us down.   I think God meant for our medical community to discover medicines, invent medical equipment, create procedures and protocols.   I think God meant for us to find a cure for infertility.   No, God never meant for me to not have children.   That's not my destiny; that's just a fork in the road I'm on.   I've been placed on the road less traveled, and like it or not, I'm a better person for it.   Clearly, God meant for me to develop more compassion, deeper courage, and greater inner strength on this journey to resolution, and I haven't let Him down.   Frankly, if the truth be known, I think God singled me out for special treatment.   I think God meant for me to build a thirst for a child so strong and so deep that when that baby is finally placed in my arms, it will be the longest, coolest, most refreshing drink I've ever known.   While I would never have chosen infertility, I cannot deny that a fertile woman could ever experience the joy that I know awaits me.   Yes, one way or another, I will have a baby of my own.   And the next time someone wants to offer me unsolicited advice, I'll say, "Don't tell me what God meant when He handed me infertility. I already know." May we all be blessed with that refreshing drink at the end of our journey.