“When I look at my kids, I think about my life. I think about the wasteland of broken dreams, shallow impulses, thick tears, and sorrowful ache. This is what my life could have and even perhaps should have been consumed by. However, during my walkabout, I found meaning. I found life in the wasteland.”
This is an excerpt from my story that I have been writing for the past few years. I’m not sure what the Lord wants to do with it, but I’m so hopeful that it will touch the lives of those walking sterile in a non-sterile world.
For many years, I walked around feeling as though I was absent of anything that gave life. I was sterile. I was empty. I was broken.
I was a wasteland.
In my brokenness, the Lord met me. He lifted my head. He reminded me that my life is not a wasteland. It is not devoid of life, or anything that gives life to others.
In His mercy, I became a parent. Through my experience, I have learned that I am a broken vessel, but I am mended. I am mended through the gift of salvation, freedom, and grace.
For my friends who are walking barren, I want you to know that you are not destitute. It may feel like it. The emptiness may feel as though it will swallow your soul, but dear friend, it will not.
You are filled with the very Love that has seized the hearts of many. You sway to the rhythm of Mercy.
You are sculpted with incredible, grace-driven Sacrifice.
I am not a wasteland. We are not wastelands! We are children of the Lord. We are unique. We are not perfect. We are broken…but….
We are Redeemed!
For my friends who are struggling with infertility, whose every breath is filled with the desire to be a Mamma, I encourage you to cling to the Anchor of Hope.
Through the Lord, we are filled with life. We able to bloom despite the seemingly insurmountable odds surrounding us. We are not wastelands.