I'd been forewarned, but it didn't make a bit of difference as I stared at the piece of plastic in my hands. I tried to hold them back, but the tears still welled up in my eyes.
One pink line. Again.
Would I never hold a baby in my arms?
I remembered the words of my doctor. People like me needed to be patient, she said. My condition made it more difficult to get pregnant, I was told.
I thought I was okay with that.
Then my friends got married. And pregnant. Many of them within the first several months of saying, "I do". I listened to complaints and woes about everything from swollen feet to premature labor.
Who would have thought someone could be jealous of those ailments?
But the longing in my heart ran deep beyond any temporary discomfort. I had one dream, and its reality eluded me.
Many of you also have a dream. People warned you at the beginning of this long publishing road that it would be difficult. You thought you were okay with that, but month after month, day after day, progress was slow -- and your dream began to ache.
Instead of bringing light and hope, your dream brought you pain and despair.
Can I encourage you today? If there was ever a time to believe in dreams -- it would be at Christmas. Take a moment today and ask your Dream Maker to show you how He -- the King in a manger -- can fulfill your dream in ways you might never expect.