Good Friday

Yesterday was Good Friday. Interesting that we call it good, when in reality it was the day Jesus was publicly shamed, mocked, flogged, betrayed and sent to a cross to die a painful and horrible death. That doesn't sound "good" to me.

Not to demean the scale of what I just said above, but this fertility process feels like a public shaming, betrayal, and a mini death-- a death of a dream that we've both held dear since we were little children who pictured the "perfect life." I've been told that dreams have been set in our hearts for a reason.  We must wait and carry the burden without resolution. We wait, we hope, and we do what we can to bring about change. Although in truth, what can we really do? We've tried it all  at this point... food, prayer, drugs, medical assistance... We continue to persevere. We screw up, we lose faith and we cling tight to it again. All we can do is hold onto hope, much like the Easter story.

After Good Friday all seemed hopeless, but somehow, by Sunday, He returns. We are still not alone in this. He is carrying us through our weakness. He has experienced our shame, our hopelessness, and the sense that everything in the world is against us. The Easter story reminds us to wait expectantly. This is what we must do no matter how foolish it may seem. As Thomas Edison said, "I haven't failed, I've just found 10,000 ways it won't work."