In Praise of Lament
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I don’t think I’ll ever forget the first time I saw the diagnosis penned in doctor-scribble: infertility. My husband and I had known this was true by the medical definitions. But seeing the reality on paper, my heart sagged into my stomach.
My husband and I praise God for the miraculous birth of our son over four years ago, but our second pregnancy ended in miscarriage. Nothing we have tried since—not the seven doctors we’ve consulted, not the anointing oil, not the prescriptions crowding our medicine cabinet, not the countless blood tests, not even our fervent prayers—has resulted in a baby.
In this painful season, it has often been difficult to know how or what to pray. But God, as the Good Shepherd, gently led me to the Psalms. The rhythmic practice of reading these prayers morning and evening has shaped not only how I pray, but the very essence of my heart…
Read more of my guest post at Hadassah Treu’s “On the Way Blog.”
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This series is inspired by my upcoming book In Praise of Houseflies: Meditations on the Gifts in Everyday Quandaries (Calla Press) now available for purchase. Click here to join my e-letter for more quiet reflections, book updates, and a few of my favorite things!
