7/30/2019 1 Comment Blue behind the GreyI looked up. The sky was grey with one tiny sliver of blue showing through the clouds. Another month of hopes crashing as a second line never appeared and the dreaded Aunt made her timely visit. The darkness of the sky seemed to mimic my mood or maybe my mood was being 'enhanced' by the weather but still. That sliver was So Bright. The same brilliant shade that I revel in on those sunshine-y, sunglasses on, windows down type of days. I had been driving to pick up my son after work, finishing my rosary, when I suddenly started sobbing at the words of the Glory Be: As it Was in the beginning, is Now, and Ever Shall Be, world without end, Amen Living with infertility can feel like day after day of grey skies and uncertainties. Will this cycle be The One? Should we be trying this supplement? Taking this medication? Considering surgery? If we just let it go and 'relax' how long will we have to wait until it happens on its own? Would it happen on its own? As I was pushing my ever-bigger-boy in the stroller on that cloudy day, I thought, "I wonder if the sky is Always Blue, even behind the clouds?" A quick google search seems to say No, but ya know what? For the sake of an analogy, let's say it is. God is that blue sky. He is always there. He never changes. No matter how big or dark the clouds of your life feels, God is still there the same as He was and ever shall be. There are going to be days where it's easy to see this and others where you'll completely question the Blueness of the Sky, but it doesn't change the fact of His existence. The God who created over 400,000 different types of flowering plants and 1.5 million types of beetles is there waiting for YOU to pour out your heart to Him in prayer and wanting to give you hope and comfort and strength as you navigate through these cloudy days. **I have written a 7 Sorrows Devotional booklet specifically for Catholic Women facing Infertility... you can find it here. Please reach out if you would like me to pray for you!!**
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7/30/2019 0 Comments The Adult SaluteI remember the first time I truly felt “Adult.” It wasn’t when I went off to college or when I graduated with my Masters in Special Education 5 years later. It definitely wasn’t when I moved back in with my parents after graduation and started looking for a teaching job for the fall.
No. It was one early morning in October later that same year. I was dragging my feet the long two blocks to the elementary school where I had scored my first ever Professional Job as a K-2 Special Ed teacher, holding tightly in my hands a steaming travel mug of the precious elixir of life: coffee. As I turned the corner for the last half block stretch of my commute, I looked up, and across the street was another young professional on their way to work clutching in their hands their own cup of liquid energy. Our eyes met, and, I am not making this up, he lifted his travel cup, ever so slightly in a sort of ‘Cheers’ gesture and smiled. And that’s when I knew. It was official. I was one of Them. I was an Adult. |
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