Hope for the Barren

By LaTanya Shenieka White

This book is an honest take on what it looks like to fight in the battle against infertility in the modern day. Coupled with encouraging testimonies, through this project, LaTanya sheds light on strategies that you can take to bring forth the children that you can now only dream of. With its anchor in ancient biblical accounts that many can relate to and draw hope and strength from, it details the struggles as well as the triumphs that come only through faith. The world of barrenness and infertility is one that is often closed off from the ogling eyes of society, but with the growing number of women today who struggle with infertility, it brings to light the fight that they endure and the victory that they will ultimately seize.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 22, 2024
• ISBN: 9798891120433

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Table of Contents

Title

Copyright

Chapter 1: I Didn't Know I Was Barren

Chapter 2: A Lesson Learned

Chapter 3: From Fear to Faith

Chapter 4: Changing the Narrative

Chapter 5: Write Your Own Story

Chapter 6: But Sarai Was Barren

Chapter 7: Be Careful, Little Mouth…

Chapter 8: He Has Granted My Request

Chapter 9: Power in the Tongue

Chapter 10: Get to Work!

Chapter 11: Strategies and Scriptures

Chapter 12: Testimonies of Healing

Chapter 13: A Message from the Author

About the Author

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Hope for the Barren

LaTanya Shenieka White

ISBN 979-8-89112-042-6 (Paperback)

ISBN 979-8-89112-044-0 (Hardcover)

ISBN 979-8-89112-043-3 (Digital)

Copyright © 2024 LaTanya Shenieka White

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To my beloved husband, I want to take this space to thank you for walking with me through every single season of the life we've built together so far. You have seen me at some of my lowest points and have never kicked me while I was down there. Rather, you have encouraged and prayed for me. I am forever grateful for your love and your kindness toward me. Truly, you represent the love of Yahshua for me in every way that I could imagine needing it. You have been patient and strong in every sense of these words. I love you for being the very best husband and friend that I could dream of and for being the best father to our children. You are my dreams realized. I love you endlessly. Thank you for not letting me do this alone.

To my wonderful daughter, Chamaniya Joy, truly, you are the embodiment of my best words spoken coming to life. I am proud to be called your mother. I have waited countless days for you, and here you are—my joy! You will always be my baby, my sunflower. This book was written to encourage many people because of your existence. My darling, you are proof positive that Yahweh hears and answers prayers. I love you, world without end.

To my stepson, Josiah Samir, I came into your life when you were only five years old. I was a perfect stranger, yet you welcomed me without question. One of my declarations of faith to Yahweh when I was twenty-two and single was, I will be married by the time I'm twenty-five, and I will have my first son by the time I'm twenty-seven. I did not then realize that first son would be you. I appreciate your big personality and your helpful soul. You will always have a special place in my heart, and I love you.

To my mother, Patricia, I am forever indebted to you in every way! My mother, my friend, and the one who Yahweh chose to give me life. You would come to me and pray over me when at times I thought I wasn't seen by anybody else. You would see what most would miss, and you'd come at my lowest points to make declarations over me. I will never do anything but honor you for all that you are to me. I love you endlessly.

And to my father, Omar, I love you and appreciate you the same.

To everyone else who's ever prayed for me or have encouraged me and spoke life into me at any time, I thank you. I would not have enough room here to express my thanks to all of you. You will each be remembered for your kindness toward me at a time when I needed it most.

And lastly, but certainly not least, this book will be dedicated to the memory of my late daughter and the beautiful gift that she was, Chaya Jewel White. She is now resting in the arms of our Savior, Yahshua Ha Mashiach, and will be dearly missed until we meet again.

Chapter 1

I Didn't Know I Was Barren

It was a breezy spring day, and the sun was sending down beams of warm light. I should have been soaking up all of that beautiful vitamin D had I not instead found myself on the floor of the back room of my church. The snot from my nose was running down my chin. My knees grew familiar with this particular spot. It became my hideaway. I struggled through my tears to pray as silently—and as vigorously—as possible.

It's paradoxical if you think about it. My voice was straining from the struggle of holding back wails of sorrow. It felt like a frog was sitting its hind parts on my vocal cords. My heart felt heavy and so did my spirit from holding up the weight of my fake smiles. I could feel my eyes burning as they swelled until they were almost shut. And by this time, my tears were chasing the snot down my face. I was just having a normal day before this episode. And as it would usually happen, the grief of barrenness would grab hold of me, punch me in the gut, and snatch me by the hair before hocking its salty spittle into my eyes. Then I'd immediately run for the nearest corner to cry and complain to Yahweh again. It could be in the middle of worship or I could simply be in the middle of a conversation with a friend, and just out of the clear blue sky, I'd wish that the ground would open up underneath me and swallow me whole. In that moment, no amount of sunshine could quell the fires of grief swelling up in my soul. This was what carrying around the reality of barrenness routinely did to me.

As a young girl, I had always dreamed of getting married and having a family of my own. As a matter of fact, I would regularly say this prayer: