This has to be my
least favorite word in the English language.
At the same time, I’m drawn to it.
Every time I’ve heard it spoken or seen it written the past few years,
I’ve stopped dead in my tracks, trying it on for size. Does it really describe me? Is that who I am? Has there ever been a word more empty, more
haunting, sharper in truth?
The teacher in me
loves my Merriam-Webster dictionary app.
I usually use it for school purposes, but it also comes in handy on a
personal level. I’ve probably typed in
this six-letter word more than any other, seeking to understand more about how
I feel inside. There is a long definition
but one line always jumps out at me and grabs at my heart: “devoid, lacking.”
Devoid is defined as “being without a usual, typical, or expected
attribute,” and we all know what lacking
means. We’ve all felt this way in some
aspect of our life at one time or another- not good enough…left
out…inferior. Sometimes there’s
something we can do about it: try harder, change our circumstances, focus on a
different aspect of our lives. But what
happens when you HAVE tried your hardest, the circumstances are truly out of
your control and you’re still devoid and lacking in the one aspect of life that
everyone is MOST focused on (and for good reason)? What happens when you can’t escape the
painful reminder that you ARE devoid
and lacking…because there it is, all
the time: on your Facebook feed, in every lunch table conversation, on the aisles
of Target, on TV, in magazines, at every dreaded family reunion, even in the
pages of your Bible when all you’re seeking is some comfort and wisdom?
I’ve often
complained to my husband that no one understands the pain that comes with
infertility (unless they’ve been there) and he, being a man of true faith,
always points me back to God. “There are
reasons we can’t see,” “God really does care,” “He can fill this hole in your
heart if you’ll just let Him…” Brent always has all the “right” answers but in
these moments, I am rarely in a state to listen fairly. There is also a noun form of the word “barren,” meaning "a track of barren
land." Under synonyms for this form of
the word is the term “no-man’s-land.” I’m sure Brent would wholeheartedly
agree.
However, thanks
both to these nudges from my husband and to my deep-seated faith that remains
even in my most seemingly faithless moments, I have often turned to the Bible (in
addition to but so much more importantly than my dictionary app) for
clarity. There is one passage in the
Bible that begins with that six-letter word and ends with the most important
promise we need to remember. It doesn’t
matter how hard we try or how difficult our circumstances are; it really IS all
about focus.
“ ‘Sing, barren
woman, you who never bore a child; burst into song, shout for joy, you who were
never in labor; because more are the children of the desolate woman than of her
who has a husband,’ says the Lord.” (Isaiah
54:1) …“Do not be afraid; you will not be put to shame. Do not fear disgrace; you will not be humiliated. You will forget the shame of your youth and
remember no more the reproach of your widowhood. For your Maker
is your husband – the Lord Almighty
is His name – the Holy One of Israel
is your Redeemer; he is called the God of all the earth.” (Isaiah 54:4-5)
I can’t say that
I’m singing about this yet and I’m not sure I ever will. I don’t feel a shout of joy coming on and I’m
a little confused about how I’ll ever have “more” children than anyone else
despite all this, even figuratively.
However, I do feel afraid sometimes, and I know that disgrace and
humiliation all too well. Those
references confirm to me that these Words are real, true and applicable. And I also know my Maker, the Lord Almighty, the
Holy One who IS my Redeemer. I know that
He IS God of all the earth, including this little life I call my own. In truth, my life is His, just like
everything else, and He truly does know best.
I get a little
glimpse of this truth every day when twenty-some kids call me “Mrs. Jones,”
even if not one will ever call me “Mom.” I remember these facts when I’m
serving at church, working with the youth and the kids, doing things I may not
have time to do if I had two or three little ones by now. I am reminded of His perfect plan every time
that darn near perfect husband of mine takes a deep breath and explains how
much he loves me (no matter what!) one more time, as patiently as the first
time I questioned him. I feel peace
flood my heart when God speaks to me through a friend, someone whom He so
obviously has placed in my path deliberately. His redemption comes in many
forms. We just have to look for it.
When I look at
the people and opportunities God HAS blessed me with, I feel anything but
devoid and lacking. Perhaps I could be
defined by that empty, haunting, and sharp word: “barren,” but that doesn’t mean it has to define me.
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