For years, I blamed God for everything that was missing from my life—my failures, my loneliness, and the feeling that no matter how hard I tried, my prayers went unanswered. As my frustration grew, I abandoned traditional prayer and replaced it with daily conversations with God, hoping He would eventually listen.
Everything changed when I began my surrogacy journey. For the first time, my prayers were no longer about me. They were about the child I longed to bring into the world. During four years of waiting, I prayed for a healthy baby, a safe birth, and the chance to become the father she deserved.
When Sara was finally born, healthy and unmistakably my daughter, something inside me changed. For the first time in my life, I felt that my most important prayer had been answered. Since then, prayer has become a daily ritual, gratitude has replaced resentment, and fatherhood has given me a sense of purpose, belonging, and love that I never thought possible.
I am no longer a lesser child of God.