I needed to switch to waterproof mascara. These days I cry when I need to cry, without feeling guilty. And lately I've discovered that as I allow myself to fully experience grief, the tears come less often. But if the tears do come, I don't try to stop them. I've come to realize that God understands my tears, and that they don't fall to the ground unnoticed.
Infertility is a hard road, a painful road.
Sometimes tears are needed to smooth the way. Sometimes it's right to cry. Published by Bethany House Publishers Used by permission. Unauthorized duplication prohibited. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . All rights reserved.