Week after week, month after month, I found myself filled with fear, will I ever have a baby? Is something wrong with me? Is my past catching up with me? And despite doubt and fear trying its best to consume me, I never felt that God had left me. I knew that even though my mind was telling me one thing, God's word said another. God's word said I did not have to fear; God's word said I did not have to worry; God's word said that I could choose to trust in my problems or trust in him.