I wish to have a beautiful marriage, by unfortunately, my marriage was not that beautiful at first. Though God blessed me with the man of my dream. He is loving, caring, supportive, man who can give his life for me without hesitation.
From the start, we both longed to build a family together. But as time goes on, our hopes began to fade away slowly ,WHY? You may ask. We wanted to have a child of our own, children that we will call our own, children that we will run around with. But its not coming, we patiently waited to the point our patients turned into despiration. We started going from one place to another, from one hospital to the other, from one herbal home to the other, anyone that promise us a glimm of hope, we are there. We spent money, we shed tears, and we prayed like never before, in fact i turned to a prayer warrior. Childlessness shaped more than just our days, it has reshaped our dreams and our plans.
Alongside this heavy pain i was carrying, people, friends neighbours make mockery of me, some, subtle, some, cruel. Unsolicited advice, jokes that sting, questions that cuts deeper than they know. Then my in-laws began to humiliate me, throwing hash words and insults on me. Their harsh words pierced deep into me that a times i find it difficult to breath. But during this time, my husband was there, he never give up on me, he fought for me, stood by me, loved me even more. His love and support was my strenght during those painful period of my life, and i will forever be grateful to him.
Six years later, when hope was almost gone, God smiled on us. I still remember the day i saw those two lines on the test, i quickly called my husband to come and see, maybe my eyes is deceiving me, when he came, he told me that i got it all wrong, i repeated the test, yet again it came out two lines, he did not want to believe, he asked me to go for a scan, i went, behold it was confirmed. We wept like a child. Not just tears of joy, but tears of relief, gratitude and victory. God answered us in his own perfect time.
That period of childlessness was painful and unforgettable, but it taught me the depth of love, the power of prayer, and the beauty of patience. I name my first son ( Chizaramekpere - Meaning: God has answered my prayer). I name my second son ( Chukwuemeka - Meaning: God has done so well). I name my third son ( Onyedikachi - Meaning: Who is like God).
Today, i share my story, as a reminder to those who are still waiting for the fruit of the womb, to remind them that delay is never denial. Keep believing, keep hoping and remember, God is never too late.
Thank you all for stopping by my blog, thank you for making out time to read my story.