When you have waited for something for so long that the wait feels endless and exhausting, an angel called “Waiting Deception” begins to whisper. It whispers that the caution you once believed was wisdom was actually pride. Suddenly, you begin to wonder how saying an obvious no—something your faith and morals once resisted—now feels normal. It is the same voice that convinced my friend, who had been trusting God for the fruit of the womb, that her abusive ex must have been her soulmate—simply because he now has three children, despite inflicting domestic violence on his wife. Perhaps, the voice suggested, motherhood would have softened the blows, made them lighter, easier to bear. It is the whisper that draws your attention to the speed of your ticking biological clock and reminds you—mercilessly—of the boxes of expected dreams you have not been able to tick. It exaggerates your shame, spotlights your failures, and tells you where—and when—not to show up. Slowly, it silences you until ...
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