I also dreamed of and gloried in coming motherhood, from childhood even. I have always been, profoundly, a future mother.
As I grew older, I knew this to be my chosen path, more important than any career. College was for growth, and development of talents and interests, and to a lesser degree preparation for a possible income.
Surely I would have many children. Why bother waiting? All I needed was the right man, someone I could share every bit of myself with and one who desired children in the way I did. What a glorious future!
Now, my hopes are so solid in comparison to my girlish dreams. They are more specific, more based in reality. I watch friends planning on having a few children giving birth right and left.
(This pause is for laughing/eye-rolling etc.)
We, the little family with grand plans, wait, wait, wait.
Somehow Barren Tree is more a companion, than tiny seedling.
My hero, my guide.
For the first time in my life, her story gives me pain.
The beautiful, transforming words, “Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God. And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb…,” prick my heart.
Please, Lord, let such words be for me.