Father God, I praise you that I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Lord, it’s easy for me to assume that you should give and bless me — especially with a child. Lord, humble me in your presence and in your Word to acknowledge you as Lord of all — including my infertility.
Lord, forgive me when I see my friends holding up their children’s drawings of turkeys or participating in a Thanksgiving play at school — and I feel that because I don’t have what they have, that you don’t love me. For I know this is a lie from the enemy, Father, and I thank you that you desire good gifts for me, and the enemy does not — keep my mind clear on the difference.
Father, restrain the enemy from attacking my heart of gratitude. In a season of being generous and grateful, strengthen me to keep this attitude and not fall into the rut of envy, complaining, and greed.
Lord, in a season that is so seemingly focused on family, help me not to focus on what I am lacking as far as my own family is concerned. Give me eyes and ears that will be open to appreciating the family and friends that I have right now, in this moment — and that I can rejoice being your daughter.
Father, though it’s easy to blame you for my empty womb and empty arms, keep me confident and joyful in all the blessings you have so lavishly given to me. Instill a spirit of generosity to me, that I may desire to bless others with your Word and your truths — and not focus on what I don’t have.
Lord, I bring my cares and my concerns before you, and confess that you are Lord above all things — and that you are a good, gracious, merciful, loving, forgiving Father. My infertility is no surprise to you, and it is nothing you cannot handle. I thank you that you’ve chosen me to endure this journey — and though I may no understand why — my highest song of praise is that I can glorify you and you alone through this valley.
I will praise you and give thanks in all circumstances. Amen.
Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. — 1 Thessalonians 5:18