riding down the windy roads in the land of a thousand hills [Rwanda] this summer, with my new friends Anna + Jennie we were playing the question game.  ya know, getting to know each other.  I don’t remember exactly the question that was asked – but somehow I got into talking about all the different places I’ve lived or worked that stretched me the most.  the ones that were most out of my comfort zone:

living in a trailer park for 14 days, sleeping on a park bench in Paris, working in a trash dump slum community in Ethiopia, and spending a few terrifying nights in a covered wagon as big cats paraded around.

yes, my first big girl job out of college was working for the Rodeo in our state capital of Austin, Texas.  before you get a mental image that I wore a crown and paraded around on my horse every night before the show started, let me stop you in your tracks.  I worked in fundraising and event planning, and in case you didn’t know the rodeo is a non-profit that raises scholarship money for youth!  but it’s true.  I lost 14 pounds to match the 14 nights I slept and showered in a trailer during the “show”.  this was culture at it’s finest.  this baptist/private school girl all her life was thrown into the ring so to speak.  but I loved it.  it pushed me out of my comfort zone, opened my eyes, and while most of the time I felt beat down, I think it strengthened my faith.


[also apparently too busy to take photos – but these were my lovely co-workers and friends!]

now the sleeping on a park bench in Paris is less scandalous than it sounds.  I was studying abroad with Baylor University in London, and our whole team did a weekend in Paris.  but at the recommendation of others who’d gone before me, me and a few friends opted to not pay the extra thousand dollars or whatever it was, and decided just to sneak into the rest of our groups hotel rooms.  meaning, we took an earlier train and couldn’t “Check in” to the room.  we were exhausted after we’d toured the Louve, and walked around Paris all day so we elected to take turns taking naps on benches in a city park.  it was a memory for the record books – and there are way more stories to record from that once in a lifetime experience.  backpacking Europe on the weekends for sure taught me flexibility. [also, back in 2004, there wasn’t Facebook, so finding photos of this event was difficult….enjoy the only photo I found – eating dinner at the Texas Embassy in London]

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unlike the pre-blog timing of the other stories, Ethiopia was in this blogs lifetime.  you could possibly remember my missionary summer  where I said yes, and lived the dream of living in Ethiopia [without my man [insert sad face]] for a solid 3 months while we were finishing our adoption process of Camp + Asher.  working everyday in my beloved Korah, a community build around the capital city of Ethiopia, Addis Abbaba, trash dump.  I lived with a family, but I was still very much living there alone.  figuring out my own transportation, which often led me to take 3 city buses to Korah on a Saturday [not very safe] alone…but hey.  it was an adventure, it was hard, but it gave me some of the most memorable experiences of my life so far.


so Hume Lake.  In case you didn’t know, I was a church recreation major in college, and to graduate I had to do an internship.  I totally could have worked at my beloved Camp Mystic, where I spent 14 summers of my life, but I wanted something to push me out of my comfort zone.  I read about this camp in California from a text book, and even had a friend in my sorority who grew up going there with her church group, so I said what the heck.  I applied, got in, and went not knowing a soul.  and I was the only one from Texas, and well pretty much the entire south.  my nickname was Dixie.  I wouldn’t have traded this summer for anything – I met people I would NEVER have met, was exposed to a totally different culture in our own country, and learned so much about a state I love so much.


the thing all those stories have in common?

I did all those things alone.  I took a leap of faith, and went.  These experiences pushed me out of my comfort zone, they taught me so much about myself, they gave me a love for other cultures, and an “I can do anything” attitude.  I hope as a family we can continue to take these sort of leaps, and we can encourage our children one day in this too.

what about you?  is there a time in your life you took a leap + it changed your perspective on life?


what is this #notetoself series? check it out here.

  • Lindsy Wallace - I LOVE the screaming kid in the background. (And all these stories;-) I made my first voice memo note to self today;-)ReplyCancel

  • Caroline - What adventures!! I love that you had all these opportunities to take a leap of faith and be just you and Jesus – what a way to be desperately dependent on Him!ReplyCancel

  • Andrea Worley - loved this, some awesome experiences you’ve had. and the screaming kid just kicks it up a notch!ReplyCancel

  • Kiersten - Oh the comfort zone. I know it all too well. :) I think the biggest time I had to leave my comfort zone was when I did my 6 month intership in Trujillo, Peru. It was for my missions degree and by far the hardest thing I’ve done so far. But yet, it’s also been one of the most rewarding. :)ReplyCancel

  • The Gray Matters - HA! All of that is definitely out of my comfort zone! I don’t do well with alone! ReplyCancel

  • Catherine Diehm Wilson - Awesome! Love this “voice memo” series!ReplyCancel

  • Chantel Klassen - Can I just tell you how much I am LOVING this series?!?! I love your courage to do things alone Wynne, many people would see that as an easy out, but not you! Can’t wait for the rest of the month. Also, I think the audio note is brilliance, I know you use your phone but do you use an app? I’ve got to look into this.ReplyCancel

  • tasha - Love this post, Wynne! Yes, I can so relate – I look back on the times I was most out of my comfort zone, face-to-face with fears and the unknown and see SO much of HIM and so much growth and new life and beauty. I wonder if we were ever in Europe at the same time (I lived in Germany for 2 years on my own and then another year later on after marriage and traveled a bunch in those years) -we could’ve passed each other on a cobblestone street. ;)ReplyCancel

  • Amanda - Oh my goodness this is so good. I love it… this inspires me because I feel as though I haven’t taken nearly as many leaps of faith as I would like! I think quitting my reliable job at a University and jumping into the world of nonprofit was a big one! SO glad God led me to do that! And also… I love the voice memo!ReplyCancel


yes, you heard that right.

my first every 31 days challenge right here on gloriously ruined, is a crazy voicemail series.  we’ll call it “note to self”

just like this first voice memo says, I will be including voice memos for these posts.  I’ve been brainstorming this series for a while, and a hot day at the lake in July it hit me!  voice memo series!  I don’t know why I do this, but I love making voice memos for myself.  As my current iPhone says, I’ve been doing this since October 28th, 2010.  Sometimes I just have these thoughts, ya know.  thoughts that need to be recorded RIGHT then.  Most of the time I have these thoughts while driving.  isn’t that funny?  when I’m finally pulled away from distractions [aka, technology, to do lists, laundry…] I have these crystal clear thoughts.  sometimes I intend for these thoughts to be recorded through writing, and sometimes they are just memories I don’t want to forget or things I want to do.

I never thought anyone would ever HEAR these thoughts, but I’ve been dreaming about finally taking the time, and challenging myself to write the stories.  write the thoughts.  so this month, I’m challenging myself to write every. single. day.  I’ve pre-written a few posts, but most days I want to literally sit down, listen to a voice memo, and write.  some of these posts might be from “notes” on my phone, and not actual voice memos, but they are all the same.  things I scribble down while traveling, after I get out of the shower, or when I can’t sleep at night.

now that I think about it, I think I know where I get this from.  my dad used to carry around [pre iPhone] a handheld recorder that he would talk into as we were driving down the road, or on vacation, or sitting at lunch.  things to not forget, notes to his assistant, whatever it was in his world.  [thanks dad!]

so this is MY world.  welcome;)

to find out more about this crazy writing challenge, visit the #write31days site here.


I’ll have all my 31 days posts linked HERE, or click the “note to self” logo on the sidebar!

  • Bailey Jean - I love the idea of using the voice memos! In college I would record memos of to-dos on my long drive home from Baylor, and you’ve inspired me to start doing it again. SO many ah-ha moments have happened in the car or on the go and then disappear by the time I get to my destination.

    SO excited to follow along, Wynne! This will certainly be a challenge to complete, but praise the Lord for His grace and provision along the way :)ReplyCancel

  • sarah beth - love this idea!! so clever…looking forward to what God says through you!ReplyCancel

  • McCall Townsend Aldridge - Love you, my creative friend!ReplyCancel

  • Sarah - I seem to have clear thoughts while driving too and have just started taking voice memos! This will be such a fun series to follow Wynne! Looking forward to it!ReplyCancel

  • Kallie Karper Pitcock - Love it! I have a million little notes of thoughts on my phone but never thought to use the voice function. Genius! Looking forward to following. ReplyCancel

  • Andrea Worley - what a cool idea, can’t wait to follow along.ReplyCancel

  • Amanda Van Tuyle - Love this! I do voice memos too!!! So brave of you to share ;) I’m doing 31 days too!!ReplyCancel

  • Lindsy Wallace - This is going to be awesome!ReplyCancel

  • Brittany Taylor Willard - Love this! Glad I’m not the only one who records voice memos to remind myself of all the things I need to write or say. :)ReplyCancel

  • Natalie Weaver Busch - I can see why you would be reluctant to post the voice memos that you never knew would be published, that’s brave, and so cool! Good for you. Can’t wait to hear more. ReplyCancel

hello there friends, it’s so nice to see you [as my sweet Camp says when I pick him up from “school”]  Oh how I’ve missed you.  This place, the time put into writing on this space, it’s my therapy.  it’s my time.  and I’ve missed it.  The season is changing, friends.  it’s fall.  today in my city it’s cool enough to wear jeans + my white chucks AND a cardigan.  I’m sitting at Starbucks sipping on Pike’s Place drip from a real mug, listening to David Gray on pandora.  I have two hours all to myself, and it feels damn good.  can I get an amen from any other stay at home mamas?


it seems like all-the-dang-day my kiddos are hanging off me.  just yesterday, I was trying to do a workout video and Asher had to go “tee tee” so she went to the other side of the house on her potty, and then proceeded to take the little bowl out of her potty and carry it to the other side of the house….”it spilled mama!”.  some days you just have to laugh.  moments like these fill my days.  I bet they fill yours too.

In light of this, I have to have an “outlet”.  I need time to myself, but I’m learning I also need accountability and community.  So I’m making some pretty big goals.

I just started a month long beach body challenge with some of my college gal pals [fit for fall!].  Workout video for 30 min at home each day + a “clean eating” plan.  I can’t tell you how much the daily check ins, encouraging texts and comments have pushed me to keep going.  Like a lot of things in my life, if I don’t have a plan and make a goal – change won’t happen.  so I’m taking a big step forward in my health and wellness.

my oily community also keeps me sane and accountable to changing our lifestyle with the daily use of essential oils.  scrolling through Casey’s instagram, visiting our Baby Steps member lounge on Facebook, and connecting with some other like minded gals keeps me motivated to keep learning, and pushing myself to better our families health and wellness.

there’s another big goal I’m working towards….



Last year, I loved following along some amazing writers as they wrote every day of October.  I’ve been brainstorming what I would want to write about, and one sunny July day at the lake it HIT ME!  I can’t wait to tell you about it.  I’m about to start getting my thoughts on paper about it, and hopefully pre-write a few posts before linking up next Tuesday.  I hope it will push me to be a better storyteller, to connect with you, to record some memories that have been stored in my head, and only make me a better writer, wife, friend, and mom!  [remember, writing is my free therapy!]  so come back next week, and journey with me through 31 days of October.  to find out more about this crazy write31 days thing, go here.

  • Lindsy Wallace - Amen girl! To all of it. I’m thinking of doing 31 days as well… It would be my first go at it and I’m a little nervous;-) can’t wait to see what’s been laid on your heart to share!ReplyCancel

  • Caroline - Haven’t listened to David Gray in years!!!! Hope your 31 day challenge goes well! xoxo Happy almost weekend!ReplyCancel

  • Regina Collins Simon - I’m in. 31 days of No New Things. I’m nervous but faithful that it is the RIGHT topic for me. Eager to read your posts.ReplyCancel

  • Chantel - I LOVE this Wynne! I would love to do 31 days next year, well, I’d love to this year but life is going to be even crazier than normal this coming month. I can’t wait to see what you will be writing about!ReplyCancel

  • Camille Jennings - Ha! The tee-tee bowl spill. That’s hilarious:)

I’m continually amazed by ALL the community surrounding infertility that is out there.  As I’ve opened up more and more to share my story, I’ve heard from so many of you.  Thank you, truly, for opening up and trusting me with your stories and burdens.  Every time I get a comment, or email from one of you I say a prayer for you right then and there.  Stories are still pouring in after last Friday’s “ugly cry” post.


this week it’s my joy to link up with my friend Chelsea and a few other gals to bring you a community post about all the LIES we women believe in this journey through infertility.  The lies that we aren’t worthy [that’s mine], lies that we are alone in this struggle, or we’re being punished, or we are broken and will never be healed…. head over to Chelsea’s blog to hear from these other ladies and be encouraged.  If you [like us] have struggled to believe these lies, know you aren’t alone, and know that’s all they are – LIES!

joining with me this week are these gals – be sure to check them out too!

Elisha – http://waitingforbabybird.com/

Caroline – http://in-due-time.com/

Charity – http://www.thewordofanerd.com/

Jessah – http://www.dreamingofdimples.com/

Kailey – http://cheerstoplana.wordpress.com

Cristi – www.wearemakingaamiracle.blogspot.com

  • Ali - Wynne, I’m so excited to discover a few more bloggers who share their infertility journey! Thanks for this. I’m just starting to open up about my own story. While I wish none of us ever, ever had to be put in a situation where we even have these stories to tell, I’m looking forward to connecting with those in similar shoes.ReplyCancel

  • Caroline - So excited for this post!!!! Hoping so many ladies replace these lies with the truth of the word!ReplyCancel

  • CHELSEA - Love this! Thanks for linking up with us and for participating! You have a beautiful heart and I am so blessed that you shared as you did. Praying for you always and for all the hearts reading this today! May He be glorified!ReplyCancel

  • sarah beth - I’m SO GLAD you’re doing this!! xoReplyCancel


I left 3 hour triple baby shower [these babies have all safely made their way into the world now! praise God!] dinner  before the tears started to flow.  It’s such a weird thing.  When you’ve been walking with a group of girls for 3-5 years, and they know you and they know your heart and your desires.  they know your struggles and your heart ache.  they want what you want almost as much as you do.  they want to change the hard stuff, they want to make it better.  they love me so fiercely.  they don’t know what to say sometimes, so sometimes they don’t.  and sometimes they step out on a limb and send me a message just to see how I am.  I’m sure they feel nervous to do that.  I would feel nervous about that too, if it wasn’t something I had walked through or been walking through.  but when they do, I am so grateful.  I can feel the hurt in their hearts for me.  I can feel them empathizing with me.  it’s nice to know I’m seen.

it’s hard.  having been trying to conviece for 5 years.  there are always seasons where everyone and their dog is pregnant, and this is one of them.  I have way too many stories of crying in the bathroom at parties and dinners, just trying to hide and be alone.  then I have stories of friends finding me in the bathroom, and praying with me and letting me hide out until the tears dry.  5 years of this.  first round of kids, then second, and now we are on to round 3 for lots of my friends.

it’s weird.  it’s weird because I don’t want people to feel sorry for me.  but at times, I feel sorry for myself.  I’m learning a lot about dealing with grief, and loss over what could have been.  I’m learning that it’s OK to cry out to God, and to tell him I don’t think it’s fair, and to be mad.  he can handle it.  I don’t want people to feel sorry for me, but I think because I feel sorry for myself I perceive everyone else to feel sorry for me too.  but they are right there with me.  they are confused, and sad, and hurt, and they want it to be different too!  they want what I want!

when friends announce they are pregnant, at least to me, sometimes they say it in a I-feel-bad-i’m-pregnant kind of way.  and I know their heart,  I know they are trying to protect me and let me know that they hate it for me.  that they wish I was pregnant too.  but it makes me feel worse sometimes.  I AM excited for them.  I AM excited about new life!  I DO want to celebrate.  but it’s just their weird thing, because yes I am also hurting inside.  I am also asking, “why not me” to myself.  I am questioning God, and telling him it’s not fair.  I know in my heart the truth – I know his timing is perfect, I know there is purpose in my pain, but that doesn’t mean that it still isn’t hard.  not every day.  but some days, it’s hard.

I’m grateful for this journey, I really am.  I’m grateful that I can now for the rest of my life, empathize with other women who are going through this same struggle.  I’m thankful that my pain could be my platform.  I’m thankful that my heart can be broken and hurt and sad alongside other women, and at the same time I can encourage them, and relate to them in a new way.  I’m grateful that this journey has only brought me to a greater dependance on HIM.  I know full well that we are NOT in control, he is.  He is in control of it all and He alone is the author and giver of life.

sometimes though, I just want to get in my car after dinner and drive around town before going home, and stop at random parks, and cry.  ugly cry.  I know the truth.  I know I am loved.  I know my friends + family are for me, and they are with me.  but there are times in this journey that must be walked alone.  and I’m walking it.

  • Caroline - You are not alone AT all!!!! God is working in the spiritual realm! He has far greater plans than you could even imagine. Keep on contending for your babies!! Despite that EVERYONE around us is pregnant (trust me – I agree), I just decide to view it as a sign that God is bringing LIFE! He is good – believing with you Wynne. Cry it out if you have to but don’t give up! Waiting with youReplyCancel

  • Sarah Beth - Me, too, Wynne. XoxoReplyCancel

  • Lisa - I could have written this post. A sweet friend just emailed a link to this post and I love it. It’s so my life right now. Thank you. I can’t wait to dive in to your blog.ReplyCancel

  • Leanne Lawson - After 6 years and one adoption we fell pregnant. Our miracle little boy, we were so excited. Six months later he was born still, Sam Alan Lawsom, you are missed more than we can say. I truly do not understand Gods plan here, feel totally lost

    2 weeks have passed now and we hurt and are angry. I think of you and thank you for your blog


  • Lacie Blair JohnsŦon - Love you Wynne.ReplyCancel

  • Amanda Keel Cobb - I love this. I have not struggled with infertility but I have struggled and sometimes when I felt most alone I realized I need to be alone. Alone with Jesus and not everyone else’s attempts to comfort. He forced me to HiS comfort so I so understand your need to walk alone friend. Just keep walking, don’t stop and know I’m loving you from afar sweet sister! ReplyCancel

  • Katie Vale - infertility is such a hard road and i am so sorry you are there. i’m so glad you have friends that support you and understand you, but I know that it feels like they can’t really understand since they haven’t been there. praying for you today. ReplyCancel

  • Elizabeth Bowman Hildebrand - Thank you for sharing, I can relate and have had those exact thoughts, feelings, and experiences. Encouraging to know we are not aloneReplyCancel

  • Jennifer Gardner - It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who has spent more than one shower/party in a bathroom trying to pull it together. I thought for a long time I was being stupid and shallow. It’s as if you followed me around and wrote what was running through my head. Love yaReplyCancel

  • Kelli Guytan Meaders - Hi there, I know that we are strangers – I am very sorry and I hurt right along with you now. This week I have also had ugly cry. Alone. Yesterday, 2nd chemical pregnancy this year ended. The waiting for the up and then crashing down and doing it all over again each month is so exhausting. We are strong and want to kick and scream. Thank you for sharing your story it helped my “alone” to be not so dark. ReplyCancel

  • Rachel Wesch - Reading your blog, took me back to a time that does not seem real now. I remember having some of those same emotions; because all I ever wanted to be was a mother. How could it be so hard to produce a child? There was no rhyme or reason why some could get pregnant so easily. Driving down the road, I would see a young couple smoking in a car, a child not strapped in, dirty and unkept and think why??? How is this right. My family is very large and we wanted four children. My plan was one every two years. It was an ambitious plan. My husband and I were thrilled about our future. So, let me get to the details. We started trying to conceive six months into our marriage. My two sister in laws were having a child about every year. One had three and the other five. They hurt for me. At about yr three, I could see this was not going to be easy. My prayer started to change. I had eight surgeries; numerous attempts with fertility drugs etc., a failed in-vetro and spent enough money on surg/fertility treatments to send a child to college. With each arrival of a friend’s baby or a niece or nephew, I started praying to not be bitter. I prayed that God would allow me to enjoy each precious little baby and not let my situation rob me of that joy. I also started thanking God for my wonderful husband. How many people are blessed with a great man?A man that loves me and suffers with me, and put his career and everything else on hold to walk this life with me!! Maybe a happy marriage was God’s gift to me. Enough. We decided to approach adoption and had two fall through. On our Thirteenth anniversary, we went to Atlanta to celebrate and decided we were done. DONE! We had our precious nieces and nephews and we were going to be happy being their aunt and uncle. We closed the book. As we were driving out of the hotel, the phone rang. It was my mom calling with a message to call an old friend. Long story-short. There was a baby. He would be born in two months, and he could be ours. It happened. Our miracle. God never forgets us. Stay strong with your husband. Pray you never become bitter. God’s answer is there. Our answer came and is now fifteen years old. The moment I held him; thirteen years of pain vanished. I would do it all again and not change a thing. I learned so much. You will be in my prayers.ReplyCancel

  • Sandra Lamgo - Thank you for your transparency! It is such a grieving process and I think the “ugly cry” is actually necessary. God knows our hearts and like a child crying to momma or daddy. . .HE is father whom we can break down in front of. . .raw. We delt with infertility twice. After many years of treatments we were blessed with two little boys and one passed away shortly after birth. Followed by a still birth. And another four years of secondary infertility. After the deaths and then infertility. . .I couldn’t even hear a baby cry without breaking. God restores. He comforts. And I need to preach this to myself as we are at the beginning of adoption.ReplyCancel

  • Erica Parody Leggiero - I’m on year 4. You couldn’t have summed this up any more perfectly. Ugly crying with you. ReplyCancel

  • A Short Blonde - …but there are times in this journey that must be walked alone. and I’m walking it.

    Yes, thank you for this honest post. I have been there myself. ReplyCancel

  • Hannah Bunker - Everything you write about infertility I’m nodding my head because I get it because I have been there…I AM there still. I just told a friend yesterday that I feel like there’s two islands, one is people who have kids and the other are women who are the heart of my ministry…women dealing with infertility. And I’m in the water between the two. I have my precious babes so sometimes I feel my infertility journey and perspective gets lost with women still struggling. But I am a mom so I get that too…but I still desire and believe for belly babies.

    Everything you wrote in this post. Yes to it all. I know exactly what you’re talking about.ReplyCancel

  • Brittany - Thank you so much for being transparent and sharing your heart & soul with us. I’ve been walking the path of infertility for 12 years. It can be extremely lonely, and although I wouldn’t wish this pain on anyone I am thankful that we are not alone! I don’t go around talking about it just because it is so painful, but I’m sure the people that do know are probably wondering why I haven’t just given up. The simple answer is I can’t. I believe God would not have placed this yearning in the deepest part of my soul to be a mom if it would never be fulfilled…maybe I’m naive, but I believe in a redeeming and loving God, and I just have to trust that He is going to use all of this to bring glory to His name in His perfect timing. Unless you’ve experienced infertility you can’t imagine the pain, so from one soul sister to another, I’m praying for you!!!ReplyCancel

  • Shannon - wynne, i love your honesty and can see that the heart God gave you to have life in your womb may be a wild and strange adventure for you but you’re not turning it off or throwing it out… you are just feeling the ache and pressing forward… i can speak to his faithfulness for us… it was a long wait too and many times i’d hang on for the ride (and those cycles you talked about) trusting and hoping and many times i tossed hope out the window… and 10 yrs of wondering and waiting on the plan, i can share that today is 20 wks of life in my womb!… i don’t know if it helps but having this hope come to fruition has erased the hurt of the journey to here and replaced it with deep joy… much love from my belly to yours tonite, xoReplyCancel

  • A.a. Ron - In the beginning we struggled with infertility and then were told that in order to have kids it would have to be before a certain age…wouldn’t you know, that medical prediction was true and here I am at almost 31 with a hysterectomy. We did finally have children but each pregnancy was riddled with complications, life flights, etc. Truly, it was a test of our strength. I hope that you find your way through this season of life and find strength to persevere and come out stronger. I do feel that we all have seasons in life that are trying and leave us feeling alone. I can say that this past year has been one of the hardest. Moving to a new area, having no friends and literally trying left and right to make connections…only to have people not be super friendly or open to new friendships. I am reminded that each day is a chance to start new and to remind myself of the beautiful happiness and blessings I have in my life…even on the days that I may not have a group of friends to share them with. I hope that you find the peace that your heart needs and it is absolutely okay to cry it out. Sometimes it’s absolutely necessary. It clears our hearts of the weights that are heavy upon them and reminds us to renew and refresh ourselves and give thanks. ReplyCancel

  • Roberta - I will ugly cry with you, and I’ll bring the chocolate and ice cream! I have been wanting a baby so badly for a year now. There have been so many complications in my way so far. My two sisters have struggled with infertility and I am worried I will join them. I have jest had three massive cysts from my ovaries removed and am recovering from that, the recovery is slow and holding me back from continuing to try once more for a baby. I know even after the recovery it may take a long time to get where we want. I know this is all gods plan and there is a Devine lesson and reason for it, but it it hard to understand right now!
    Thank you for sharing your journey. It means a lot to me and keeps me focused on the road ahead.ReplyCancel

  • erika - beautiful wynne. praise God for your willingness to use this as a platform, but praise Him for also letting you know that it is OK to ugly cry – and that He can handle it, others can handle it, and it’s right to feel the pain.

    Also, when I’ve really struggled with something– Paul’s thorn in my flesh has been a helpful metaphor. I don’t know if it will be for you — but we all have thorns that we cry out to have removed and they’re not. We don’t know why, and sometimes that’s so hard.

    love to you.ReplyCancel

  • Leah - four years ago, my husband and i decided it was time to begin our family. four years later, no pregnancies. after a year of fertility testing, it was determined my husband is unable to produce children as he has a genetic condition caused by a gene defect that is responsible for cystic fibrosis. there is no fix and no hope. the door had been shut. we will never hold a child in our arms that looks like us and i will never feel the joy of our baby kicking as they await to enter the world. after we had learned to lean into god through our grief, god pointed us to adoption in africa. while waiting, god led a local family to us who asked us to be the parents to a baby boy. one month later, we were parents to the most glorious little one. god has been so good to us yet the grief has come back like a raging storm, clouding my heart. i realized several weeks ago that i wanted to be pregnant so our son could have a sibling within a year. then i realized i couldn’t do that. it was so silly to have had that thought – and i’ve been on a downward spiral since. i’m grateful every single day for our beautiful one year old and i also hurt every single day. it is a loss our english language can’t describe. i feel alone. i feel at a loss for how to connect with others through my grief. people tell me to “have faith” as if my grief means i’m a nanosecond away from turning my back on christ. i have grace and understanding that others do not understand the journey of an infertile couple unless they have had to walk that lonely road themselves. if i were with you in person i’d hold your hand and let you cry. and i’d cry, too. some hurts don’t have a “fix it” button. there is nothing to do but allow god to hold our hearts and savor the knowing that he knows the longings that stir in our hearts and he will use us for a purpose so beautiful, so intricate and so special that one day, one day we can see how good he was to us. until then, we cry and lean into god.ReplyCancel

  • Claire - Wynne, I am a longtime reader and this is my first time commenting. Our journeys are very, very different, yet have so, so many similarities. I have suffered great loss. Our first son was stillborn, just over 4 years ago. We lost our second son in the second trimester. I have had 8 more losses since then, including twin girls last winter. I have been pregnant many times in the last 5 years, but I am also an infertility survivor. I am also a traditional infertility survivor and have endured years of IVF. Many times I have found myself as that girl you describe, hiding alone with my tears. But we are not alone, and your journal proves that. When you share with others in this beautiful community you are telling others that they are not alone, and you are here for them. I just wanted to write to you today and to tell you that you are amazing. You inspire me in so many ways. I am inspired to start writing again, I am inspired to do good in the world, and to help others as you have. I have been so bogged down by my own story, and by my losses. But I think I am starting anew, finding purpose in the pain. I hope and believe that I can and that I am beginning my own journey to help others, as you have done. Thank you.ReplyCancel

  • Elisha Coston Kearns - I found your blog through Chelsea (we are doing the community blog post together) and I am so glad I did! :)


  • Fertility Friday: community post - […] I’m continually amazed by ALL the community surrounding infertility that is out there.  As I’ve opened up more and more to share my story, I’ve heard from so many of you.  Thank you, truly, for opening up and trusting me with your stories and burdens.  Every time I get a comment, or email from one of you I say a prayer for you right then and there.  Stories are still pouring in after last Friday’s “ugly cry” post. […]ReplyCancel

  • Molly - For 4 years my son has been praying for twin sisters. My cousin and his wife got pregnant with twin girls only 3 months into their marriage. Her baby shower was very hard for me. Had three friends who gave me scripture verses, care package and prayers.ReplyCancel

  • Shannon Ketchum - Thanks so much for being so transparent. This is just what i needed and just how I’ve been feeling. Nice to know that I ‘m not alone.ReplyCancel