Onto the Next

Well, round 2 of Clomid has failed. I can't begin to tell you how frustrated I am, but I am trying desperately to give it all up to God. I suppose it's fitting that my suffering increases during Lent... just as our Lord's did. Some days I am really not sure how much more of this I can bear. But then I remember that God died for me, and so, His love for me can heal any wound. Even this one. This big, gaping wound that no person on earth has the power to heal.

I must lean on Him. I must. I am asking for strength now more than ever, just to endure and keep pushing. God, my life is in your hands. Help me turn my grief into something beautiful.

xoxo,