Empathy For Infertility

This post is purposefully brief. I have no experience with infertility personally, but I have tremendous empathy for couples that live with this reality every day.

I heartily encourage you to read a recent open letter on the subject of how to support couples facing infertility from Matt Arbo, director of the Center for Faith and Public Life at Oklahoma Baptist University, and author of the newly released book, Walking Through Infertility.

"Recognizing that many couples in your church community are struggling with this will invariably change the way you think about your community," Arbo writes in a guest post at Crossway.org.

Think differently. Live with open arms for those whose experiences differ from your own. And offer your support and compassion at every turn.

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