I think it goes without saying that any child, any precious gift of human life, is worth the time, pain, and suffering that may have preceded its joyous arrival on the outside. But, there is so much more worth in the wait when the focus is on the Truth.
My son, and the blessing of his life, was of course worth every moment of agony and joyful, and not-so-joyful suffering we encountered during our 8 years of infertility and inadoption.
But THE Son... He was the true desire of our hearts. And no matter how our story may have played out, no matter what the future still may or may not hold for our family, HE was, and always will be, worth the wait.
At the culmination of this National Infertility Awareness Week, I want to remind my former self of that crucial fact that kept me going even on the darkest days. HE was worth the wait.
He is worth the wait.