Infertility: Part 1

Making this latest post was uncomfortable for me. First, the camera intimidated me. Second, I am exposing a part of my life that only a few friends and family know about. But my comfort and complacency must take a back seat if I want to engage with people on a real, authentic level about important topics affecting us all.

Infertility. Along with me and Reece and Rachel and Tyler, infertility touches 1 in 8 couples in the United States according to the CDC. That number is growing. I’m not a doctor or a scientist, so I’m not going to speculate about why. Even if I don’t know why, I do know people are hurting. And I believe anything that hurts people and therefore God, must also hurt the people of God. We all need to sit around our fellowship tables and our supper tables and have these conversations. We need to tell these stories so we can better serve the people suffering through this who need help and support. If we can’t find an answer to why, we can find an answer to how. How we show love and compassion matters.

Thank you so much to my sweet friend Rachel for doing the hard work of being open and honest. Thank you for having me on your channel!

Here’s Part 1:

Stay tuned for Part 2 next week!

No Doors

As I sat in the back row in the church listening to stories about my dear friend, the word “hospitality” kept coming to my mind. Hospitality used to invoke images of a plate of freshly baked cookies, an immaculately organized home, and a hostess wearing an apron and always smiling in welcome. True hospitality, though, can’t be measured in terms of cleanliness, quantity or quality of food, or who can smile the longest without their face hurting. My friend exuded hospitality. And it was expressed in the dried tears on her shirt of people who struggled with addiction, serving meals to the homeless, and letting dirty, less than groomed people enter into what potentially could have been a neat and tidy life.

Hospitality is always having room in my life for the next person God sends my way, regardless of whether he or she can offer me something in return, or whether they hate me or love me. Being truly hospitable means my heart is a revolving door, and everyone gets in. Because if anybody is welcome in, surely God will enter in, too.

“I really only love God as much as the person I love the least.”

Dorothy Day


She entered through the gate and was momentarily blinded by the brilliance of the road before her. So, it really is paved with gold, she thought. She slowly put one foot in front of the other as her eyes adjusted. When she could see clearly, she saw lush gardens around her and a row of houses made of marble-like stones and rich woods. Something besides the material of these houses was different  than those on earth. These houses, she was startled to realize, had no doors. She could see straight into the heart of every home to the people inside. She could see people dancing in the house to her left, and sharing a meal in the house to her right. As she passed by each house she heard laughing, singing, and lively conversation. And as she passed each house, all the inhabitants would shout through the opening, “Come join us, and welcome to heaven, sister!”

I don’t believe there will be doors there. What will there be to keep out? Love, joy, and peace will flow from the King’s throne down every street, circulating through every building, and live in the hearts of all inhabitants. People will come and go from place to place without calling first, without knocking, without warning, because no one feels shame or has anything to hide. There will be no evil to seek shelter from or lock out.

There, God’s hospitality will reign.

God the Carpenter

At some point in your life someone probably asked you this question, “So, what are you going to do with your life?” When asking this question, he or she is generally referring to your career. They are not asking how are you going to contribute to making the world a better place, spreading the Gospel, or serving others. Our career has become our identity. Whether we are a doctor or a lawyer determines our status in life. Our salary determines our lifestyle.

There is nothing wrong with having wealth or a prestigious job. The problem is when our career becomes our “calling” in life or we have a job simply because it is attached to a six digit salary. Our calling as Christians was never to simply be a teacher, salesman, or construction worker. Our calling is to do whatever we do while telling people about Jesus, and loving and serving others. Our careers are outlets for our true purpose in life. It DOES NOT matter what you do with your life as long as you are doing it FOR your calling and not AS your calling.

Whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him. Colossians 3:17

Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving. Colossians 3:23-24

The ultimate example of a life completely undefined by his or her career is none other than Jesus himself. Until Jesus began his three year ministry, he was a carpenter. God humbled himself to become a carpenter. The hands that made the world were not above working with a hammer and wood. Who are we to think that our career defines us, when it didn’t define God? If God can still be God and be a carpenter, then I can pick trash up off the street for a career and know that it does not define me.

Finally, God gives us talents, passions, and interests for a reason. If you love to teach, don’t be a doctor because they have a higher salary. If you want to be doctor, don’t be a lawyer because your family says so. If you want to pick up trash off the street do not let your pride say you are better than that. No job is too small and no career is too important. It is such a relief to me to know that whatever I may end up doing as my career will not define me.  I will fulfill my calling no matter where I am or what I am doing.

P.S. I chose this picture because as of right now I want to be a goat farmer…