Olive artisan bread and ttc
Bread
There is a door adjacent to our bedroom. It remains closed most of the week. It holds only a few things, a treadmill and a dresser. It held, for the longest time, potential and so we left it somewhat empty. As I write this I’m not sure I’m ready to divulge into the thick heavy pain that I have felt over this past year. In a more accurate statement it’s pain that I have tried to ignore. I am thankful for the many trials I have seen because I can see God’s grace through them. They have built strength not of my own. Maybe this trial is what God was preparing us for. Or maybe it’s just another domino piling against the other. TTC, an acronym that had no prior relevance to me but what once was empty letters are now boisterous intruders. Trying to conceive. Trying and failing. “Of course” I thought after the first few months. I have had to fight, pillage and work for things others take for granted. I became bitter. Ugly thoughts stole my reason. Soon I became numb. Hardened yet hopeful still. Everywhere I read said it should take six months. The online literature […]
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