The sky started to pour and thunder roared fiercely when I reached home. Nobody was at home. I thrust myself onto the floor next to my bed and finally let out all the repressed feelings that I was embarrassed to do so in public.
I cried out to God in honest frustration and helplessness. Psalm 27:13-14 I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living. Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD. This verse spoke to me before I embarked on the second IVF. I waited. I was strong, trying to cling on to God’s faithfulness and strength.
Why God? Why did You not bless me, at least, with quality embryos that might implant more successfully? I have enough of sorrows in these baby-attempt journeys.
I fear the Lord but I was so troubled in my heart with seemingly disappointing news that I poured out in anguised helplessness.
