While at Les Cedres, my teacher was pregnant and I was reminded of my loss each time I saw her. One week I did a meditation on infertility and adoption. My teacher called me in to correct my grammar and to encourage me not to give up hope. She assured me that once the stress levels were down I would get pregnant--once I was on the mission field and life reached a normal level, she was sure I'd get pregnant. I believe that God's timing had all to do with when I would get pregnant and not getting pregnant had nothing to do with the level of stress I was under.
One weekend we went to Lyon for the weekend to visit a friend of mine from Iowa. She was a nanny and the family she worked for was out of town. We stayed the weekend and went to an art festival with her. I saw this beautiful leather brooch that I kind of liked, but couldn't afford.
About two weeks later I received a gift in the mail from my friend in Lyon. It was the brooch I had admired at the art festival. But it was not just a leather brooch, but a tiny black baby's face carved in leather with a brown blanket surrounding it's tiny head. I had not shared with her that I could not get pregnant, that I had miscarried. She knew nothing of these struggles. Yet it was as though God was speaking through her. I was at a loss as to exactly what he was saying. Adopt an African child or get pregnant in Africa?All I knew was that God saw me and saw my pain of not having a family. That leather brooch gave me hope!
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