-I wonder if I the pregnancy test I take on Tuesday will be positive.
If it is positive I will be so incredibly excited. I know that whatever the outcome, my Heavenly Father loves me & has a plan for me & for when I will be a mother. If I am pregnant, it will be the most amazing & wonderful Christmas miracle. As I was driving home from one of the doctor's appointments right before the IUI, songs with the word Noel kept playing & I kept thinking, if we had a little girl her middle name could be Noel & then we would always remember what a Christmas miracle she was. We will be filled with so much happiness & excitement, I can't even imagine it! We will be so excited to call family & friends & let them know the news.
I wonder if the pregnancy test will be negative. I will take the test early in the morning, before work. I know that if it is negative, I will feel so sad & disappointed. I will wish I could take a day off work, but will know that I need to go & get work done. All sick & discretionary hours are carefully saved for doctor's appointments & procedure days. If the test was negative & I am reading this now, remember that Heavenly Father & Jesus Christ love me. They have a plan for me & they know what is best for me.
Read this talk on not giving up
& this one
& have a good cry. Then after work, go to a yoga class, get something good to eat for dinner & watch a good movie. Everything will be ok & we will try a second time. The Lord has a plan for me & I trust in Him.
Love this quote:
The Lord strengthened them and lightened their burdens to the point they could hardly feel them upon their backs and then in due course delivered them (see Mosiah 24:8–22). Their faith was immeasurably strengthened by their experience, and ever after they enjoyed a special bond with the Lord.
-D. Todd Christofferson
I love this story:
God uses another form of chastening or correction to guide us to a future we do not or cannot now envision but which He knows is the better way for us. President Hugh B. Brown, formerly a member of the Twelve and a counselor in the First Presidency, provided a personal experience. He told of purchasing a rundown farm in Canada many years ago. As he went about cleaning up and repairing his property, he came across a currant bush that had grown over six feet (1.8 m) high and was yielding no berries, so he pruned it back drastically, leaving only small stumps. Then he saw a drop like a tear on the top of each of these little stumps, as if the currant bush were crying, and thought he heard it say:
“How could you do this to me? I was making such wonderful growth. … And now you have cut me down. Every plant in the garden will look down on me. … How could you do this to me? I thought you were the gardener here.”
President Brown replied, “Look, little currant bush, I am the gardener here, and I know what I want you to be. I didn’t intend you to be a fruit tree or a shade tree. I want you to be a currant bush, and someday, little currant bush, when you are laden with fruit, you are going to say, ‘Thank you, Mr. Gardener, for loving me enough to cut me down.’”
Years later, President Brown was a field officer in the Canadian Army serving in England. When a superior officer became a battle casualty, President Brown was in line to be promoted to general, and he was summoned to London. But even though he was fully qualified for the promotion, it was denied him because he was a Mormon. The commanding general said in essence, “You deserve the appointment, but I cannot give it to you.” What President Brown had spent 10 years hoping, praying, and preparing for slipped through his fingers in that moment because of blatant discrimination. Continuing his story, President Brown remembered:
“I got on the train and started back … with a broken heart, with bitterness in my soul. … When I got to my tent, … I threw my cap on the cot. I clenched my fists, and I shook them at heaven. I said, ‘How could you do this to me, God? I have done everything I could do to measure up. There is nothing that I could have done—that I should have done—that I haven’t done. How could you do this to me?’ I was as bitter as gall.
“And then I heard a voice, and I recognized the tone of this voice. It was my own voice, and the voice said, ‘I am the gardener here. I know what I want you to do.’ The bitterness went out of my soul, and I fell on my knees by the cot to ask forgiveness for my ungratefulness. …
“… And now, almost 50 years later, I look up to [God] and say, ‘Thank you, Mr. Gardener, for cutting me down, for loving me enough to hurt me.’”5
-D. Todd Christofferson