Read Rebekah’s beautiful story of struggling through infertility, and the joy which finally reached her heart.
Christmas can be the most joyous time of year. The pitter patter of little feet running out on Christmas morning. The squeals and shouts, the laughter and excitement. . .
Not everyone will feel such joy. For many this day is a sharp wound. Piercing deep in the mother who has yet to hear herself called by this name. She who has tried and tried again, only to see another negative stick, another baby lost in the womb. The adoption at a standstill–again.
If you know someone who is longing for her own child this Christmas. This one’s for her. . .
Mother’s day: we celebrate the wonderful moms in our lives, eating, laughing, smelling flowers and consuming boxes of chocolate. . . What about the childless mothers? I have a friend who finally found out she was pregnant after several months of trying. This mother’s day she is mourning the loss of her child through miscarriage. To… Continue reading To the Momma of the Miscarried Child