It was around this time, seven years ago, that I found myself in the midst of an agonizingly hopeless season. It was the two year anniversary of when my infertility journey began. I remember sitting across a restaurant table from my husband, discussing my thoughts on the new year and grieving the absence of the child we so desperately wanted. But, I shared with him that I had chosen a theme for the new year – the theme of hope. This theme encompassed my hopeful desire to become a mother, along with focusing on Christ as my hope. My struggle throughout this difficult season was when those two hopes would get out of alignment.