Year seven looks nothing like I was told it would. By now, according to the theology I grew up with, this should be over. God should have answered. His timing should have been perfect. The story should have reached its redemptive conclusion: the testimony with the happy ending where I stand up in church and declare how faithful God was through our infertility journey, baby in my arms. Instead, I'm staring down the reality that I'm aging out. That the door to adoption has slam

A different approach to gratitude We’ve all heard the well-meaning advice to focus on what we have rather than what we don’t have - “comparison is the enemy of contentment” or “comparison is the thief of joy”. But doing the often recommended “write down one thing you're thankful for a day” can feel pretty empty when you’re longing for a child, and instead are supposed to relish in your journal entry of “I’m thankful for the takeout we had for dinner”. It can feel like a rathe

One particularly painful manifestation of toxic positivity and prosperity Gospel in Christian infertility circles is the emphasis that every couple in scripture who experienced infertility eventually had a child. We should remember that for every barren woman turned mother in scripture, many others were never blessed with children. When we present only the “success stories,” we inadvertently suggest that those still waiting simply haven’t waited long enough or prayed hard eno

Infertility is deeply personal. Some people might choose to “suffer in silence” because for personal reasons they don't want to talk about infertility with many others. Some people feel they can't because it's taboo in their culture or family. Some may have tried to talk about it and didn't receive a supportive response. There are many reasons you might remain private about your infertility so we opened up the discussion to some of our writers to share their experiences. 

In my journey through the Christian life, certain spiritual mentors have guided and shaped me in profound ways. In college, it was St....

Then, Easter changed. It became a season of darkness and perpetual death. This darkness settled in my heart after we miscarried our first and only biological child. I was left barren and fruitless. Although Jesus died and resurrected, I remained dead inside because my fertility was dead and would never resurrect.

There's a beautiful juxtaposition on this night between anticipation and dread, the not yet and the soon-to-be; the long-awaited and much-feared, a holy tension.

The wilderness is upon us. Our sandals are worn and our feet are dusty from the journey we have traveled thus far. We stand on the opposite shore of our deliverance, the enemy defeated, yet our work has just begun. We understand that our God has set us free. Our Lord? The One who calls us “chosen”. There is still so little we know of Him, though He has already revealed so much. Have we forgotten the God of our fathers, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob? Our chosen people. Nevertheless

The same feeling I have had many times throughout my life is here again. I’m lost. It is extremely hard to watch other families live a...

I’ve been a die-hard Wicked fan ever since I first saw it on stage in 2007 so the lyrics to those incredible songs were not new to me when..

That question caused the greatest spiritual struggle for me. Couldn’t God see that I was suffering? Why would God’s will be to cause me...

Society tends to define a woman's fruitfulness by her ability to bear children. This concept of fruitfulness is narrow and can leave those..

That pain stayed in my heart throughout the trip. I prayed the Lord would meet me here, in the mountains, in my suffering, but I felt...

Dear Sisters, while the title of this post may seem grim or intimidating, I promise you there will be just as much light as there is dark ..

We are excited to announce our upcoming virtual healing workshops! We will have two sessions, the first will be focused on identity and heal

Shiloh IVF Ministry has formed as a new ministry, uniquely set up to accompany and serve women, men and couples who are struggling with heal

Had I prayed wrong? Was God angry with me? Was my faith weak? What had I done that rendered this miracle powder, which had brought blessings

Every human life is sacred. (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 2258) That includes yours and mine. All life comes to fruition through...

(This is an excerpt from “The Spiritual Advent of Infertility” manuscript. This is the first in a 4-part series. You can find the links to parts 2, 3, and 4 at the end of this blog.) Infertility can be a very raw experience of loss and grief. A very basic part of the human experience is missing. How are we to make sense out of it all? The Nicene Creed shares with us the very basic tenets of our faith. It sheds light on our understanding of who God is and who we are in relatio

Sisters, have you ever felt anxiety over a situation beyond your control? Believed that you could never be loved because of what was physically and mentally wrong with you? It is not an uncommon position to find yourself in, even if in the moment it can seem like the most isolating time of your life. If you are struggling with anxiety, depression or other mental and emotional hardships, please take a moment to walk with a saint who has become a comfort to many in the faith, d