Ready? For What?

Every good teacher knows that if one student asks a question, most of the time they are not the only one thinking it.  Therefore, when Sherri asked on my theory post if I was trying to convey a hidden message, I concluded that others may have had the same impression.  While I was certainly not hinting at anything in the post in question, it did get me thinking about my circumstances, and how they may differ from other mothers of almost toddlers.

At some point in a first child’s life, the parents begin asking the question “Are we ready to have another one?”  By that, they mean “are we prepared to subject ourselves to more sleeplessness in exchange for the joy of having another beautiful and adorable child in our lives.”  Generally they decide that yes they are, and after a few months get to tell their toddler, or almost toddler, that he/she will be a big brother/sister.  The toddler is generally unfazed by this until their comfortable life as the center of the universe undergoes the dramatic seismic shift of their sibling’s arrival.

But when a couple has fertility issues, the question isn’t “are we ready for another one?”  Instead it’s “are we ready to try again?”  By that they mean, “are we willing to subject ourselves to the drugs and the probes and the hopes and the let downs, again?”  While most couples are asking “are we physically and emotionally ready to be pregnant?” the fertility challenged couple asks “are we physically and emotionally ready to go through the months of failing to get pregnant - or failing to *stay* pregnant?”

Additionally, while most couples get to make this decision within their own marriages, the couple with fertility issues must seek out the medical professional who holds the prescription pad of permission.

When Jonathan and I married, I wanted four children - three boys and a girl.  Now that it has taken twelve years to arrive at one girl, I wonder if trying for another may not be presuming on God.

We’re certainly ready for another - more than one, if you’re just talking readiness.  But are we ready for another miscarriage - or more than one?  Are we ready to try and never see another result?  Those are bigger questions, and ones for which we have no answers at the moment.

However, I assure you all of this:  if we do go, hat in hand, to seek out the prescription pad of permission, I will blog about it directly, and not write veiled posts about “other women getting pregnant.”  Until then, we’re still asking.

Voluntary Childlessness

In my rambling around the internet one evening, I stumbled across this article by Al Mohler, President of Southern Seminary in Louisville KY. I agree with his basic premise that Christians don’t need to make decisions regarding their fertility based entirely upon selfish reasons, such as the inevitable change in lifestyle that comes from adding to a family. But as a former pastor of mine used to say - from the pulpit, because I didn’t grow up in the south - to assume makes an ass out of you and me. I have been the victim of assumption within the church, and have seen friends suffer from assumption regarding family planning. I’d like to offer an alternate view here, and while you may disagree, I ask you to prayerfully consider its application before writing me off.

One family I know used birth control for a brief period at the beginning of their marriage, and then decided that it was time for a family. It took nine years until the Lord provided them a single daughter. During this time, whenever someone would ask them when they were going to “finally start a family”, their church family would announce “Oh they don’t want children. They like playing with ours and then giving them back.”

Another couple I know if asked would tell you that they don’t want children. But get to know them and you’ll find out that early in their marriage he had a testicular torsion which was repaired surgically but rendered him sterile. When they say they don’t want children what they mean is that the Lord has changed their heart desire to match their medical condition.

Another woman I know who now has three healthy children used to say in response to the baby questions “We just haven’t decided if that’s something we’re going to do.” The truth in their life was that she had been sexually assaulted as a child, and until the Lord could help her heal from the issues surrounding that, she was terrified to bring a child into the world who may suffer like she had suffered. When the Lord began to bring some healing from that pain, he also restored in her a desire for children.

These are just a few examples of people whose story is hardly cut and dried. But Mohler’s article goes on to make the same dangerous and hurtful assumptions that plague the church. Near the end of the article, he makes this dangerous statement:

“The church should insist that the biblical formula calls for adulthood to mean marriage and marriage to mean children.”

Not only is this mean spirited, it is not biblical. Paul makes it perfectly clear in 1 Corinthians 7 that marriage is by no means an assumed part of adulthood. He says it is better to marry, than to sin, NOT that it is better to marry than to not marry! And what do we say to the 30 year old woman who has prayed for a husband her entire life - that she is not an adult? It is obviously God’s general plan, and act of common grace, to grant most of humanity companions with which to walk through adulthood, but no where in scripture can you find it to be a law.

As much, if not more damaging, is the second portion which says that the biblical formula insists that marriage must mean children. This is a direct contradiction to the reformed doctrine which Mohler claims. Scripture tells us that children are given from God. No more can we stand before God and demand a sunny day for our birthday picnic than we can stand before him and demand that all marriages produce children. Instead, children must be seen within the church for what they really are: an act of common grace given at the sovereign will of a holy and sovereign God. And, to be quite frank, none of anyone else’s business.

There is so much more I could say on this subject, but maybe it is best saved for another time. I ask you to think and pray about the dangerous assumptions you have made about the single and childless around you.

Signal Mercies

Manoah and his wife - biblical characters not named in Sunday School, nor studied in character studies. In fact most people would be hard pressed to find them in scripture, let alone name their significance. But if I were to name their son, everyone would chorus “Oooooooh.” Manoah and his unnamed barren wife are the parents of Samson - the first member of the Powerteam.

The interesting thing about Manoah is this: when the angel tells his wife that they are going to have a child after (presumably) years of barrenness, he doesn’t doubt it (like Abram and Zechariah). Instead he prays for direction on how to raise his son when he arrives. I love their story, but what I also love is what Matthew Henry has to say regarding Manoah and his wife:

Many eminent persons were born of mothers that had been kept a great while in the want of the blessing of children, as Isaac, Joseph, Samuel, and John Baptist, that the mercy might be the more acceptable when it did come. “Sing, O barren! thou that didst not bear, Isa 54:1.” Note, Mercies long waited for often prove signal mercies, and it is made to appear that they were worth waiting for, and by them others may be encouraged to continue their hope in God’s mercy.

Signal mercies. What a beautiful and poetic way to mark this mercy in my life. No one who has known Jonathan and I for more than 20 minutes could doubt that this child is the result of much prayer, and, in Henry’s words, “a great while in the want of the blessing of children.” In fact for the rest of our lives, when people do the math (married for 20 years, oldest child 8 years old for instance) the story will continue to be told to the glory of God alone. A signal mercy that will continue to be a beacon of God’s glory for at least two generations.

Stories like this one

Stories like this one make me feel like I’ve been kicked in the gut. I know that I should have compassion, and pray that the Lord will save the girl, but all I can think is: if you made it through gestation and delivery, the least you can do is put the baby in a basket and let someone raise it who has been praying for the chance to hold a child.

Barren to the Glory of God - Part 4

Jacob and his wives part B

The second half of the story between Jacob and his four wives (two sisters and their two maid servants) has some very contemporary applications for couples who are struggling with infertility.

After Rachel hands over her maid servant, Leah experiences what we now call “secondary infertility” - an inability to conceive after having already carried one or more pregnancy to full term. There are a lot of medical reasons this happens, and just as many times that it happens for no medical reason at all. We can’t know the cause of Leah’s secondary infertility, but I think most women in my shoes have a hard time drumming up sympathy for her. Here is a woman with four healthy sons, and it’s not enough. To be fair, I have no idea what it is like to live your life seemingly unloved as the result of your own father’s fraud. Regardless of her reasons, she deems her four sons insufficient, and turns over her maid servant Zilpah to her husband. Zilpah delivers two sons.

Okay, here’s the score: Leah: 4 natural, 2 by proxy, Rachel: 0 natural, 2 by proxy. Making Jacob’s total 8.

In this situation, Rachel remains childless while seemingly every woman around her succeeds in achieving healthy pregnancies. I can empathize with the poor woman. It’s hard enough to be childless all by yourself, but to be forced to watch three other woman bearing children with your husband, and to have none yourself must have been almost unbearable.

We know that Rachel was seeking to rectify the situation through any means at her disposal, because when Leah’s oldest son finds some mandrake root in a field, Rachel is desperate to get her hands on it. Mandrake has been used since . . . well since before Rachel’s time, in pagan fertility rituals. It seems that Rachel, desperate to conceive, had turned to occult or pagan practices to achieve her goals. While I don’t know any women who are performing witchcraft in the hopes of getting pregnant, thousands of godly women have abandoned faithfulness in their pursuit of conception. And these same woman, like Rachel, are completely prepared to make “deals with the devil” to get what they want.

Rachel asks her sister for the mandrakes, and Leah’s response is one filled with bitterness and resentment: “Is it a small matter that you have taken away my husband? Would you take away my son’s mandrakes also?”(Genesis 30:15) And then the truth of what this situation has become comes pouring out. Rachel tells her sister that she can “rent” Jacob in exchange for the mandrakes. Leah accepts, and goes to her shared husband, telling him that she has rented him.

What a sad situation this has become: Rachel is prepared to exchange her husband’s affection, for a chance at pregnancy, and Leah is prepared to purchase time with her own husband.

I must say that I have seen this attitude among a great many infertile women, both with whom I have spoken personally, and those whose blogs and posts I have read online. The goal of conceiving a child become so all encompassing, that women cease to see their husband as anything more than a means to an end. Some women become Leahs: the beauty of marriage is reduced to a transaction, and a husband becomes merely a “breeding stud”, who is expected to provide a service when demanded. And some women become Rachels, where affection and fidelity come a distant second to that all important idol of pregnancy.

There are such contemporary lessons that can be learned here from a dysfunctional, fractured family that lived thousands of years ago.

Barren to the Glory of God - Part Three

Jacob, Leah, Rachel, Zilpah and Bilhah Part A

Every time I read this story, I am overwhelmed at the sadness of it. I can’t even begin to summarize it here without a great sense of sorrow coming over me. The Cliff notes version of this story is:

Jacob, Isaac’s youngest twin, steals his father’s death bed blessing from his older brother, and is forced to go into hiding. His mother sends him to her brother, Laban. Jacob falls in love with Laban’s younger daughter Rachel, and asks to marry her. Laban agrees to the marriage in exchange for seven years of free labor. At the end of the seven years, Jacob has a wedding, and wakes up the next morning with Rachel’s older sister Leah. Jacob works another seven years, and is given Rachel.

This is only the beginning of Jacob’s woes as a husband.

In verse 31, we find, “When the LORD saw that Leah was hated, he opened her womb, but Rachel was barren.”

Leah gives birth to 4 sons. The first she names “Behold a Son” and says “Maybe now my husband will love me.” (Doesn’t that just make you want to cry?) The second she names “heard” because the Lord had heard her cries. The third she names “Cleave” in hope that this will encourage her husband to cleave to her. But the last she names “Praise”, saying “This time I will praise the Lord.”

Through this time, Rachel is barren. She’s watching her sister deliver baby after baby, and all the time her normal cycles are continuing. Rachel’s response to this is the picture of ungodliness. She begins to hate her sister, and then goes to Jacob and tells him “Give me children, or I shall die!” Rachel assumes that Jacob is, in some way, witholding this from her on purpose. when Jacob tells her that God’s holding her womb closed, and there’s nothing he can do about it, Rachel takes a page from Sarai’s operating manual, and hands over Bilhah, her maid.

Of all the men in all the world, Jacob should have seen the inherent issues with becoming involved with more than one woman. Maybe he thought the problems between his wives was because they were sisters. Maybe he thought he wasn’t adding another wife, so there wouldn’t be any problems. Who knows. But he takes Bilhah, and behold, she has, in the course of time, two sons. One, Rachel names “Judged”, determining that God has judged her as worthy as her sister to have a son, and the second she names “wrestling” because she believes she is beginning to wrestle the upper hand from her sister.

So here we have two sisters, and six sons. The first sister is praying that her husband will love her, and the second just wants to win.

There is a great deal more in this story to explore, but I want to stop here for now.

Infertile woman, hear the statement in scripture - Leah was hated, so the Lord opened her womb. What hope there was in that for me, as I looked at this man God had given me (and me alone, no sharing with my sister, like Rachel). I am loved deeply by a good, and godly man. God has not withheld all blessing from my life! A lot of women I know don’t have this beautiful gift of a loving husband, but I do. When women ask me how I can stand to work in the same job with my husband, seeing him almost every hour of the day, I am stunned. He’s my best friend!

Here, sons are given to Leah as a sort of “consolation” prize. Children are a common grace of God to cover over other deficiencies in her life. This radically changed the way I looked at blessing. Rather than focusing on what I don’t hold in my arms, I am daily in awe of the gift I do have.

Again

Well, I began taking Clomid again last night. 100 mg a day for five days. I feel very strange about the entire thing, and I think it must be residual grief from the miscarriage. I have this nagging thought in the back of my mind that I’m only heading for more grief - despite the fact I know that not to be a certainty. In a strange reversal of personailty, it was Jonathan with no doubt that we should return to medical intervention, so here we are. The rest is up to God.

Re-reading that last bit, I realize that it sounds like Jonathan is force feeding me fertility pills. Hardly! I was merely commenting on the fact that of the two of us, I generally have a “It’s all going to get better” view of the future, and Jonathan tends to have a “The best is behind us” view of the future, and in this case we traded places - which is God’ s grace to us, that He gives one grace when another is weak.

Barren to the Glory of God - Part Two

Isaac and Rebekah

Of all the stories of biblical infertility I have read, this is the one that encourages me the most.

And Isaac prayed to the LORD for his wife, because she was barren. And the LORD granted his prayer, and Rebekah his wife conceived. Genesis 25:21

Isaac, the son of Abraham, and heir to God’s promise of creating a great nation, marries for the first (and only) time at 40. This is significant because of the three patriarchs, he is the only monogamous one. He just faithfully, and without fuss, picks a wife.

And then the next verse is 21.

I love the subtle way that God hides truth in every day accounts. If you just read this verse, an infertile couple who had been trying to conceive for a couple of years may say “so why does Isaac get to pray once, and his prayer is answered?” But let’s look at a tiny fact buried in verse 26: “Isaac was sixty years old when she bore them.”

20 years. Isaac prayed for Rebecca for 20 years. In all of scripture there is no record of Isaac following in his father’s pattern and reminding God of the promise to multiply the family line. Neither Isaac nor Rebecca take the issue into their own hands. They just walk, faithfully, for twenty years, in infertility.

I am also so encouraged at the heart of a husband who prays, not that his name would be carried on, or his seed be fruitful, but prays for Rebecca. It doesn’t say that he prayed for her womb, but he prayed for his wife. Now Rebecca is a very straightforward woman! When the twins in her womb get into a tussle, she goes directly to God with it! So it doesn’t seem that these are the prayers of a henpecked man whose wife harrassed him into praying on her behalf. She was probably doing her own praying. Isaac loves his wife, and prays for her to conceive.

Interestingly, Abraham is still alive through this struggle. Genesis 25:7 tells us that Abraham lived to be 175. Doing the math, he’s 140 when Isaac marries, and 160 when the twins appear. It appears that when he was a “younger” man, he felt the need to remind God of His promises, but now, seeing the fruit of that promise, he has the faith to let God do things in His own time. And God let Abraham see his grandchildren. For fifteen years.

Continuing to read Isaac and Rebecca’s story, we can learn a lot about what NOT to do when raising twin boys. But for the infertile couple, I believe that Isaac offers us a beautiful example of faithfulness, patience, and being a Godly husband.

Barren to the Glory of God - Part One.

In the middle of my last round of infertility treatments (July/August) I began a study of all the barren people in scripture. I was greatly encouraged by the study, and continued to be strengthened by it through the miscarriage. I would like to share what the Lord has taught (is teaching) me through these scriptures. Instead of one long post, I plan to borrow a technique from Rob, and do a series of posts.

Sarai and Abram.

Here’s a super quick, fast forward, ultra-abridged version:

There’s a guy named Abram, he marries a girl named Sarai. Next verse - Now Sarai was barren; she had no child. That’s a direct quote. So God tells Abram to pick up and go to the land God would show him, so he and his nephew Lot head out on a “Camel Road trip” and a lot of things happen along the way. But one of the things that happens (several years after the verse declaring Sarai barren) is that God promises to make Abram the father of a great nation.

Then a few more things happen which are really neat, but we don’t have time for here. Suffice it to say, that Abram obeys God, and God tells Abram He’s pleased. Abram takes that opportunity to remind God that he is still childless. (ahem, maybe you forgot that great nation promise?) God responds by restating his promise to make Abram a great nation.

So in chapter 16, Sarai’s had enough, and she takes things into her own hands. I (unfortunately) appreciate the sentiment. I’ve become fed up with God’s timing on too many things, and taken things into my own hands. And Sarai and I have the same track record of success with that. We’re both batting 0’s. Sarai suggests that maybe God didn’t actually include HER in the promise. She actually suggests that Abram impregnate another woman (a move I have never even been tempted to make) and Abram agrees.

This turns out to be a mistake, both biblically and politically.

So several more years go by, and God does something really neat. He comes to Abram, and he changes his name from “exalted father” to “Father of the Nations” (or Abraham). And just so Sarai (now Sarah) doesn’t get any more great ideas, God says very specifically that his promise will be met through her. She will have a son, and from that son will come a great nation, and great blessing not only for Abraham, but for the entire world. A year later, when Abraham is 100 years old, they have a son, and they name him Isaac.

So first: I think that every couple struggling with fertility has thought at least once “By the time this actually works, we’ll be 100!” And like Sarai, we are tempted to create little Ishamael’s of some kind. We try to take things out of the Lord’s hands, and do things in our way, in our timing. The world of fertility and reproductive technology is so wrought with bad choices, and in the pain of empty arms, they begin to look very appealing.

But it was God’s plan for Abraham and Sarah (and the rest of the people I have studied) to take them to a place where people knew that no one other than God had brough Isaac. But he doesn’t just make them wait. When Abram is saying “But I’m still childless” God doesn’t say “take a chill pill and hold on until I’m ready!” Instead God keeps giving the promise, over and over. He keeps offering hope, over and over. And in the end, he changed Abraham’s name to declare a truth, that was physically not yet met. He declared Abraham to be a Father of Multitudes, even when Isaac hadn’t yet been conceived.

Not only does that give me hope in my barenness, but it is a beautiful picture of God’s work of Salvation. When God saves us, he declares us completely righteous in his eyes, even though we will have the rest of our lives to struggle through the working out of that promise. He declares it to be true, because He has made it true eternally, even if we don’t see it fully here in time.

So I have hope that:

  1. I will not be 100 when God meets my heart’s cry for a generation of my own to raise and train.
  2. As we pray (daily) for the Lord to open my womb, he doesn’t stare back at us impatiently from heaven, but instead continues to give small beacons of light until we are able to hold the reality in our arms.
  3. He offers the same hope as I struggle with the pride and selfishness of my sinful nature, that he has renamed me as His child, and declared me righteous, because He is righteous.

Old Habits Die Hard

I’m wearing a jacket today for the first time since . . . okay, for the first time since July visiting my family in Canada, but here in Georgia it’s the first time since late April. There’s an “arctic front” coming in and we’re only supposed to reach the low 70’s today (that’s the low 20’s for all the readers outside of the United States.)

Today is Friday the 13th, and for most people, the date is significant because of associated superstitions, but for me, it marks 28 days since the miscarriage. Counting cycle days is a habit that doesn’t go easily. I’ve been counting days for at least five years, and that 28 day mark brings apprehension every time. Even now, when we have taken “time off” of the fertility wagon for healing, I can’t ignore it.

28 days marks the beginning of the “Am I, or aren’t I?” portion of my life. And now that includes not only “am I pregnant?”, but also, “am I ready?” to begin another round of artificial hormonal stimulation, “am I sure?” that one cycle is enough, and “am I strong enough?” to handle another miscarriage, should it come.

I have no intention of turning this blog into an evaluation of my cycles, and my charts, and my personal medical history. I have struggled through all of our infertility treatments, because I don’t want to be at a place where I have to tell people every month, “no, we’re not pregnant.” And for most of our friends and family, they had even stopped expecting it. But now we’re almost back at square one. Now it’s a plausible outcome.

There was a time that every time I didn’t want to eat something, or I didn’t feel well, or I felt great, or I stubbed my big toe, I had someone telling me “maybe you’re pregnant!” My current friends and church family aren’t that way (THANK YOU), but right now, with our recent experience, it must be a temptation.

Well, what a rambling, disjointed blog. And I teach English/Composition! Yikes. Higher quality to come at another time.

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