For the season when longing has made tears feel like daily food.

When tears have been your food day and night, what has your soul begun to believe about God? Infertility can make the question “Where is your God?” sound like a verdict. You remember the crowd going to God’s house in joy, while your own soul stays downcast. The psalmist does not silence that disturbance. He pours it out before he speaks hope.

Your condition is not unbelief simply because you hurt. But you may turn the hoped-for pregnancy into a false refuge, asking it to prove God’s nearness. Then each cycle becomes a courtroom where your body seems to judge His faithfulness. Your tears can fill the night without becoming evidence that God has left.

Hope in God is not a promise that conception will come. It is hope in the saving help of His presence. In Christ, God has come near in flesh and passed through death into resurrection; the living Christ now intercedes for you. He does not require a cheerful soul before receiving your tears. Speak to your downcast soul: remember Christ, and praise the presence you cannot yet measure by a result.