I have always felt called to work in the church nursery. When we lived in Wisconsin, I was the group leader for the 0-11 month old room. There were 4 or 5 volunteers underneath me. After a strange series of events and the beginning of our infertility journey, I left the nursery. We church hopped for a long time until we found another church that we loved and then Jack lost his job and we moved back home to Michigan. We are finally settled and hope to stay here for many many years to come and have our church home too.
I have always felt a longing and a pull to go back into the nursery ministry but Satan has always crept into my head telling me that once people found out about our infertility that they would be afraid we would steal their babies, or trying to tell me that I would want to, or that I just wouldn't be good at it any more. Well in your face Satan! I don't care if I can't have babies of my own, or that adoption isn't the road for us right now, and that we will remain childless until who knows when, maybe forever... It doesn't change the fact that I adore babies.
I called my church right up and asked to be put in touch with the leader of the nursery ministry. She is at the little girls retreat and won't be back until this weekend, so she will probably be giving me a call back at the beginning of next week.
I am not afraid to tell them my whole story. I've loved kids my whole life. I've wanted kids my whole life. I loved babysitting and especially have a heart for very small children. I'm good with children. And I haven't been able to have any of my own yet, but maybe some day. And I want to work in the nursery again.
I'm so sick of Satan talking me out of doing everything that I love.