There are definite themes of the grave in Hope Gives a Eulogy, because infertiliy is the death of many things.
And I know death is a strong term, but I stand by it.
Death of dreams.
Death of who you were & who you’d thought you’d be.
Death of of all that has never existed.
Death of years dragging by with the word no ringing in your ears.
Still God heals, breathes life into the stories we hate, and stays through every stage of us.
Here lies you beginning.
All brokenness and bloom.
No better way to say what God can do with the harshest of realities. Infertility is stark, but the light of God overpowers. So, Hope Gives a Eulogy is a record of that. . .of my infertility story and my God who lived it with me and gave me life in the loss of it.
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