Psalm 40 - Chelsea Ritchie - Mother's Day Collection Day 5
I waited patiently for the LORD;
he inclined to me and heard my cry.
He drew me up from the pit of destruction,
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear
and put their trust in the LORD.
It’s me. I’m waving to you as you walk into the coffee shop to meet me. I’ve saved us a table. Okay, it might be a fictional table in a coffee shop that’s located on the internet, but pretend with me.
I wrap you into the biggest hug. I’m so grateful you’re here. I know May is a tough month. To many people, it’s the month that says spring, but to us, women who have experienced infertility, it’s THE MONTH, the one with the landmine on the calendar called Mother’s Day.
Ugh. It’s like a punch in the gut, isn’t it? We sit, and I listen as You tell me how much you’re dreading going to church on Sunday. They ask the mothers to stand … but I have to remain sitting, and it’s like someone is stabbing me in the heart. It makes me feel hollow. Why am I still waiting?
I have been there. I grasp your hand. It’s so hard when you don’t know what’s ahead. Why do we face these seasons of unknowns, seasons without answers, seasons where God isn’t making the paths very clear? This season of waiting, of wondering, of crying... it’s exhausting.
It’s so hard choosing faith, stillness, and trust, especially in seasons when motherhood is paraded? in front of you and the emptiness you feel is heightened.
I spent more than ten Mother’s Days sitting in church, skipping the moms-only BOGO at the coffee shop, and avoiding Hallmark commercials like they were toxic plagues. And then our answer came: after 3 miscarriages, our twins were born. And I know hearing this doesn’t take away any of the sting that you are still waiting for your baby. But as I look into the sorrow in your eyes, I want to take just a moment to encourage you, dear sister, because I remember the aching pain like it was yesterday.
Let me lean in and whisper, “Friend, God is working things out. I promise. He is not far away and you aren’t just waiting for Him, you are waiting with Him. Believe the hope He offers. Even though infertility is messy and the process can be exhausting, God is still good. God is still able. God is right here, right now. He sees you. He loves you. Cling to Him.”
“I waited patiently for the LORD to help me, and he turned to me and heard my cry . . . He has given me a new song to sing, a hymn of praise to our God.” Psalm 40:1,3 NLT
I recently learned that the Hebrew word for this type of waiting mentioned in verse 1 indicates that the waiting is ongoing, and that its context holds a sense of hope and eager expectancy. God HEARS us. He hears us because He is close enough to hear us. He is close enough to whisper, to hear your whimpers. He lifts us up. We don’t have to be strong, He is our strength. He turns our pain into the melodies for our new songs, songs of praise. And we sing them with gusto, power, and awe.
“Many will see what He has done and be amazed.”
Girlfriend, as hard as it is to live out right now, let this season of stillness and waiting fill you with a special kind of gratitude. Through your suffering, you have been given a unique platform for God to be glorified, and for others to see Him and be amazed.
And until that day comes, friend, I’ll be here for you. I will be praying for you and reminding you that you’re not alone. I will gently repeat the truth that having hope doesn’t mean you have to ignore the realness of infertility. We can still breathe in the reality of our circumstances while recognizing God’s sovereignty. We dig deep and we root our hope in God’s unchanging character. And we trust. Oh girl, this is the hardest part, I know. We trust that God will ultimately bring good from our infertility, whether it turns out the way we hope or not. We trust that our perseverance and patience will be redeemed by His faithfulness, and we trust Him to write our story.
Hard, for sure. Impossible, not with Christ.
I gently squeeze your hand again and we wipe the tears from our eyes. I am thankful for friendships like ours. Ones we can lean into, where we can be honest about our emotions, while still remembering to direct our eyes above on things eternal.
Let’s focus on the joy that comes because you are already a mother thanks to your mothering heart. Yes, for real! Girl, you have impacted the life of a child around you. Maybe it’s a niece or nephew, a cousin or younger siblings, or the children in the church nursery. You bless them with your love. And additionally, you already demonstrated such love and strength for your future family that you shouldn’t be unnoticed this Mother’s Day. You are a rock star in my eyes. A warrior. A conqueror. I adore you. I’m praying for you. I celebrate you.
Hi Friend, Ashlee here. Below is a song that I encourage you to listen to. I thought it would be a beautiful way to enter into worship as you begin your day and dwell on the Psalm above. Praying that you would feel the closeness and peace of the Lord as you walk forward today.