A year on…
A year ago I wrote about the worst day of the year. Today I write a little explanation as to …
A year ago I wrote about the worst day of the year. Today I write a little explanation as to …
Last week I had the honour of being featured on the website threads. Threads is a blogging website that has …
As it became clearer that outside of a miracle I was not going to father my own children there was …
As regular readers of this blog will know in 2008 I found out I had a low sperm count, and …
For couples who struggle to conceive Fathers’ Day and Mothers’ Day can be some of the hardest days of the …
And then at 2100, 15 minutes before the gig should end, the main act start their set. After a 12 hour journey where they have witnessed multiple accidents, phoned me so much that their batteries have died, got lost in Scarborough when they were only five minutes away from the church.
At those times I am a mess. A cacophony of desire and sadness, a mix of learning to let go while holding on. Then I remember that however much I try to protect myself, in the end my heart will out. I recently had a dream that I believe God spoke to me through, the dream was about taking satisfaction from the wrong source, and then being surprised about the cost of doing this.
I don’t understand a lot of things. I don’t understand why God would let this happen after everything went so well with the IVF, I don’t understand why Anna and I who could provide a safe loving environment are struggling to conceive, when there are people out there who have children to increase their benefits. I don’t understand in any way shape or form miscarriage or how it could befall anyone, including the aforementioned benefit grabbers.
Just a quick post while I’m working on a full blog for later. A couple of weeks ago in the …
To be honest I didn’t and I don’t want to know why, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life trying to come up with reasons why this may have happened, as I fear it is risking insanity. Also I cannot ignore how God responded to Job when he asked why after grief far greater than mine. So I don’t ask why, but I do feel the temptation to sink.
For now I will continue to hope and pray: “When I called you answered me; you made me bold and stout-hearted… Though I walk in the midst of trouble, you preserve my life… The Lord will fulfil his purpose for me; your love, O Lord, endures forever – do not abandon the works of your hands”. (Psalm 138)
I believe everything happens for a reason. I believe God is good even when circumstances are not. I believe whatever this life throws at us, we will continue to trust in his unfailing love for it is he who holds us in the storms of life and gives us hope for the future. Even if all dreams in this life were unfulfilled I would still cling to the assurance of a new, eternal life in which all God’s promises are fulfilled and in which his creation is restored and perfected, when :He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more dearth or mourning our crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away” (Revelation).
I never imagined when I named this blog that we would experience in 5 days the ebbs and flows of …
Four years ago Anna and I started trying for a baby. It didn’t happen and in August 2008, just before my 28th birthday, our worst fears were confirmed – an operation I’d had as a child had left me with a dramatically reduced sperm count. The first Doctor to inform us was obviously not to practised at giving bad news and muttered something about an occasional sperm without looking away from his computer screen, while my world fell apart.
Distracted by cheap food and rich conversation with my beautiful wife, I took my eyes off the trolley park for a bit, and when I looked back it was chaos. More trolleys had been left any which way, a lady approached and tried to slot her trolley into the back of another in the correct fashion, but this made more of a mess because of the angle it was now sticking out at.
I have two beautiful nieces and one terrifying nephew. They are all under six and all hail from the same …