For the past several years, Philip and I have been involved in a small-group Bible study. Group has essentially served as "church" for Philip and me, as we don't have a real church home right now. Group is what has kept us studying the Bible together, reading books about spiritual growth, praying, and staying accountable to friends who also follow Jesus.
It's gone through many changes over time. Couples have had kids; they've moved on to other groups, other cities. Philip and I are now the longest standing members. For the last several months, we've been down to six members (us and two other couples), and we've fought to keep meeting despite each couple's other commitments with work and family.
I think the six of us could all sense that our time was winding down. We didn't have a clear vision anymore for what our focus should be or how to grow, and we are feeling the pull of finding more permanent church homes and plugging in. We decided as a group to continue meeting until the end of 2012 and then move on.
Last night was our final regular study. We wrapped up our discussion on the book of Ecclesiastes, helped each other process the heartbreaking, mind-blowing scandal rocking Summit Church this week, and split up guys/girls for a prayer time.
During the prayer time, I shared about my frustration with my follicles. I had since talked to the nurse, who said the doctor wants me to come back in on Friday for a follow-up ultrasound at no charge. I was thrilled that I wouldn't be charged for the scan, but the timing of the treatment was still stressing me out. The nurse said if one or two follicles had grown enough by Friday, we would likely do the IUI on Sunday morning. I'm supposed to leave on Sunday to drive down to Palm Beach for a wedding-industry conference, so the timing isn't ideal, but could work. However, if the IUI needs to happen on Monday, that would be a problem.
Amber and Laura were, as always, attentive listeners. They asked good questions, prompting me to consider options I hadn't thought of. Then they prayed for me. During the prayer, I thought of a verse from Proverbs that had come up during our discussion:
Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.
It's so hard to trust God in the midst of fertility treatment. When you're going through it, you're essentially trying to control your body and make it do things it won't do on its own -- things, by the way, that God created it to do. You're taking medications that replace or trump natural hormones, and you're undergoing procedures that supersede sex. How do I let go and trust God while also making these complicated plans?
But as often happens, the girls' prayer for me brought peace, and I left feeling that I just needed to be honest with my boss and then trust that God would work it out one way or the other -- and I needed to be okay with wherever the chips fell.
So, this morning I explained the situation to my boss, and without missing a beat, she said it was fine for me to drive to the conference a day late if needed. She really couldn't have been more understanding.
On Friday I'll find out the status of my follicles. It's possible that they'll still be way too small, or that too many of them will have matured (my nurse literally said the clinic won't let me become an Octomom), and that the whole cycle will get canceled anyway. But I'm on this wild path with God, and I know I'll be a lot more at rest if I can trust that he's really in control and that he works all things out for the good of those who love him and that he has plans to prosper me and not to harm me.
It's a day-to-day thing for sure. Some days I curse him. Some days I want to give up. Some days I'm so unhappy that I worry I might sabotage my marriage and all my friendships. But other days I feel hopeful, halfway normal, open-handed for whatever God wants to give or take away.
And I definitely feel thankful for the years of pursuing God together with the other couples, especially the women, in the small group. Thank you, ladies. Your prayers and friendship have kept me from falling off the deep end. You've helped me hang onto my weak thread of faith, and you've been a bridge of support during a vulnerable time when being part of a larger church body just didn't seem emotionally possible. I will be watching with great curiosity to see where God leads us all next, and I want to stay close -- you can ask me about my follicles anytime.