My husband said this to me the other day:
We have to deal with our false gods. That’s what God does with us. He makes us confront our false gods and see how they actually fail us.
In my barrenness, God makes me confront my false god of control, for, up to this moment, there is not a single thing I have been able to do to control my barrenness and give myself the gift of a child through conception or adoption.
Nor have you been able to do it.
Hear that? That’s the sound of my big-bellied, false god falling off my mantle and shattering onto the floor.
And for that, I thank God for my barrenness.