Former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright once said, “There is a special place in hell for women who don’t help other women.” I get that. Expressed that way, it sounds much more negative than it feels to me. But I understand the sense of imperative command. We are here to help one another, especially if we’ve made a journey that others are now undertaking.
Sometimes, I think of it as “paying forward” a blessing. Other times, it feels like a moral obligation. On more than one occasion, an internal nudge has led me to speak words I don’t remember having decided to say — like, “All of you are pregnant with hope.” Those words leaped out of my mouth the first time I sat in on a support group meeting for infertile couples. And suddenly, the room was silent.
“What did you say?” one woman asked. There was a note of urgency in her voice.
“I said, all of you are pregnant with hope.” A dozen women looked at me, question marks hovering over their heads.
What did that mean? Why did I say it? Did I know something they didn’t? If so, what was it?
The explanation came out of my mouth without my anticipating a word of it. The Holy Spirit delivered the message they needed to hear: God is a promise-keeper, the author of hope, the source of all good things, and the One who makes all things possible.
Would I teach a class, they wanted to know? Help them learn more about what God thinks about infertility? Why it happens? Whether it’s punishment? Help them find a path through the spiritual wilderness that made them all feel so frightened and alone?
How could I? I was no Scripture expert. How could I lead a class without a curriculum? And how could I possibly create one?
I promised to pray about it but doubted I’d ever return. I didn’t realize I had anything to offer.
But my prayer was answered with a deluge of insight and instruction. I was overwhelmed with information and — amazingly — led to discover scriptures that were incredibly relevant and tremendously helpful. I was given all I needed to teach a class… and then another… and another. Couples came from across the city to receive a kind of help no one else was offering.
And they became parents.
All of them.
At one participant’s request, I wrote down the lessons and ten of the couples’ stories, and published a book. I created a website with instructions on how to start a group, where to find help and hope, and much more. And then, I began this blog. And now, I spend time writing blog posts to deliver hope to people like you who I may never meet, but who need someone to speak the truth into their spirit.
Here it is: You are not lost to God. He knows where you are on the journey. His Son has promised you will never be alone; the Holy Spirit will be with you every moment of every day. He is already.
Madeleine Albright understood that our life experiences equip us to help one another. My faith tells me that is more than an opportunity; it is a calling. So please, let me know what’s confusing you, worrying you, causing you to doubt God or wonder whether He cares. Tell me how I can help you, and I will do my very best — by the power of the Holy Spirit. And to God be the glory.
Want to learn more about Scripture as it relates to infertility? Read Pregnant with Hope: Good News for Infertile Couples.