When the Answer Is “We Don’t Know”

Infertility is one of those journeys you never imagine yourself taking—until you’re on it. My husband and I spent years trying to conceive. Month after month, we held onto hope, only to be met with disappointment. At first, we thought maybe it was just taking time. But eventually, we sought help and started testing.

The results came back: everything was fine. Both of us were healthy. There was no medical reason why we shouldn’t be able to have a baby. And yet, we never did.

“Unexplained infertility,” they called it. It’s a phrase that sounds so small, so vague—but it held the weight of all our unanswered prayers. There was no diagnosis to fight, no treatment path we felt led to take. We didn’t want to pursue IVF. We didn’t feel called to adopt. We wanted to let the Lord decide. And in His way, in His wisdom, He did.

For a long time, I wrestled with what that meant. Through many prayers and tearful conversations—we came to a place of peace.

We may not have children, but we have each other. We have a beautiful life, one full of love, laughter, purpose, and grace. And though our story didn’t go the way we once imagined, it’s still a good story. It’s still our story.

Infertility doesn’t always end with a baby. Sometimes, it ends with acceptance. With healing. With joy found in unexpected places.

We will always have hope. That hope lives quietly in our hearts. But more than that, we have trust. Trust in God’s plan. Trust in His timing. Trust in His love.

I stand confident that whatever happens in the future, the Lord is going to take care of us. He already has. And He always will.