I Had a Dream the Other Night {the wilderness}

I had a dream the other night. It was one of those types of dreams where you wake up with strong emotions. I even felt tears in the corners of my eyes.

The dream itself was rather confusing. I was at a conference, or something like that, and a woman started talking about her walk with infertility. I didn’t recognize this person at all. I could not pick her out if I had to, but her words were ones that stayed in my mind after I awoke.

She said, “I am not barren. I am infertile, but there is not a reason why. I don’t know what I am. I have feared this wilderness, but I have also possessed faith in it.”

I woke up remembering back to my own feelings, my own sense of confusion, and the wilderness to which I feared. Am I barren? Yes, for all intents and purposes, I am. Am I fertile? No. I do not have any organs that would make me fertile. Am I infertile? Well…no…I guess not…? How can I be infertile if I do not posses the organs that are fertile?

The morning after this dream I thought about all of the perplexing emotions and thoughts that plagued my life as an adolescent. After all, I entered into adolescence after a hysterectomy. Crazy, isn’t it?

I did not even know the wilderness that was set before me. I had no clue what the landscape of the years ahead would be like. In many ways, I feared it. I remembered wondering what my own definition really was.

My own life experiences were ones mixed with immense joy, and deep sorrow. In many ways, I feared the wilderness of childlessness so much, but in my imagination, dreams, and prayers, I also somehow managed to cling onto a little bit of faith through it all.

After thinking about the dream in the context of my own life, my thoughts then turned to so many who are now meandering their way through their own wilderness of confusion.

It is ugly, isn’t it?

It is confusing, isn’t it?

You may be wondering what your own definition is.

Friends, my heart sinks for you. I wish I had the perfect words to help you through all of the muck and mud of infertility. The truth is that there is not perfection in this journey you are on. It is going to be hard. It is going to feel like a vast pit of emptiness. It is going to make you angry, make you question God’s will for your life, and make you feel like the loneliest person on Earth.

However, you are not alone. There are so many others traversing the same path you are on. Find each other. Reach out to each other. Pray for each other. I didn’t have that growing up. I always wondered if there were other girls out there in the world like me, but I knew there wasn’t.

From this sojourner who has spent the majority of her life in the midst of barrenness, I want you to know that clinging onto that light you envision at the end of the tunnel is so important.

It is okay to fear the wilderness.

It is also more than okay to hold onto your faith in it as well.

3 thoughts on “I Had a Dream the Other Night {the wilderness}

  1. Ashley Day

    I still feel so lonely and without a purpose. Especially when I feel that’s all He put me here for. Thanks for saying what you said.


  2. The Angsty Cephalopod

    There are so many more purposes available for a woman not capable of procreating successfully. Society tries to shut that out– that there are other ways to meaningfully contribute to society other than gestating and birthing an infant. Find your passion. If your passion really is children, I challenge you to expand your view of “children” from being more than biologically bound. Making that distinction, that they need not be biological, can make all the difference. ❤


    1. barrentoblessed

      I completely agree with you. I don’t want any woman to feel that the only way to contribute is through birthing children, or parenting in general. My children are “my” children, and I love them with every ounce of who I am. The love I have for them goes well beyond any biological borders or genetics. I know, though, that there were many years that I grieved desperately through barrenness. Adoption transformed my life in so many ways, as it did my husband’s and of course, my three children whom were all adopted. My heart does feel so heavy for women (and men) who are still grappling with the doubts and fears about if they will ever be parents (if that is what they desire to be), and my hope in this blog post (and other ones) is to encourage them.

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