Perspective

I think that my journey with infertility gives me unique perspective on certain issues in our world.

Not just my infertility, but my intense passion for children and their well-being.

I. Love. Kids.

So things like this make me really happy.

I could watch programs about child development for hours. I never tire of the miracle of how we are created and are continually shaped into these amazingly unique beings.

On side note, if you are a parent, or someone who loves a child, and you haven’t read Nancy Tillman’s “On the Night You were Born,” you need to. Amazing. Plus, it’s featured, along with other Tillman titles,  at Kohl’s this month in support of their Kohl’s Cares for Kids campaign, so it’s a good time to get it.

On the flip side, just like the things that highlight the beauty and wonder of children make me full of joy, anything that disregards or causes harm to children makes me so angry that…well, I just don’t have words.

I don’t have words for things like this:

No words, except: This. Must. Stop.

I have to be so careful to guard my heart in this area, because the subject of abortion, or even unwanted children is such a breeding ground for hatred and bitterness in my heart, even bitterness against my Heavenly Father. All the “why’s” creep up, and it’s hard to stop them once they start. So I am careful. And I pray.

And I wait on what God has to say to my heart. And I stop trying to understand, ‘cuz I won’t this side of heaven.

And then I go back to rejoicing in God’s creation, and how every life is precious. I watch things like this (one of my favorites EVER!) to gain some perspective:

I. Love. Life.

And it doesn’t stop here.

Blessings!

Hannah

p.s. Kohl’s did not compensate me in any way for my mention of them. All opinions are my own.

p.p.s. Baby E was cracking my up today with her singing and jabbering. She is such a delight.

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