Guest Blogger | Haley Ingleston To the mamas out there fighting to find freedom in the midst of their struggle, this one’s for you. To the mama that can’t seem to find contentment, I see you. To the mama crying over the unending guilt taking over her life, I’ve been you. To the mama that … Continue reading Guilt Wrapped in Grace
Category: Motherhood
No Plan B
"I saw it again this week - an announcement and gender revel on Facebook for a beautiful couple who has waited so long for a biological baby. They just adopted recently. And the comments that flooded their post were filled with sentiments along the same lines of "I just knew you'd get pregnant as soon as you adopted". I know it's innocent, but can we be frank? The message being communicated to that child already in their home [to my child, to all adopted children] is that they are simply a stepping stone on the path to getting what one really wants. An act of obedience before the Lord answers the parents' real desire. It communicates that they're less than. That they're not as worthy. That they were a second choice, a "well, then...", a Plan B."
Playing on the Same Team
Guest Blogger: Abigail HoganAdoptive Mom, Wife, Partner on the Battlefield You never know what someone's story looks like, or the chapter they are in. At around 4:35 pm on November 7th, the contractions started getting stronger. A nurse came in, examined Mama W, and said “Baby is coming!” Four pushes and fifteen minutes later, K … Continue reading Playing on the Same Team
Love that is Fought For
I pretty much cried my way through the first nine months of my second daughter’s life. I’m just going to jump right in and admit that. I’ve been sitting on her story for almost two years now – longing to tell it, but not knowing how to do it justice; not sure how to invite you into the beautiful glory of something that was simultaneously so painful.
Wreckage and Wonder
Guest Blogger: Torie DimartileBeautiful Woman | Transracial Adoptee | Writer | Public Speaker “To love someone is to listen to their story.” I crawl under my bed and pull out a photo album. The cover reminds me of Monet’s flowers, coral and lavender brushstrokes, pristine enough for wallpaper in a dining room. The binding is … Continue reading Wreckage and Wonder
Iakwe, Jera | Hello, Friend
Guest Writer: Jade Bommarito I’ll be honest, when my husband and I first started exploring the idea of adoption, we had our research cut out for us. We had no clue where to begin, and the towering mountain of questions before us seemed slightly unsurmountable. I sat down at my computer one night and typed … Continue reading Iakwe, Jera | Hello, Friend
OUR STORY | Why We Want(ed) to Adopt
Telling an expectant mama the story of why couples long to adopt is one of my favorite parts of creating a custom profile. It's rich and beautiful and so, so different every time. I really believe there is something invaluable in encouraging hopeful parents to remember why they're here and allowing expectant mamas to see … Continue reading OUR STORY | Why We Want(ed) to Adopt
When God Speaks
WHEN GOD SPEAKS by Angela Dekkers When God calls you to sometime, do you obey Him or do you question? Do you listen to Him or do you ignore? Seems like an easy answer, right? But can I admit something to you? I am guilty of latter. When God called my husband [Jim] and I … Continue reading When God Speaks
He is Hers, and He is Mine
by Judy Hoppe Every love story is beautiful, but ours will always be one of my favorite. When I was a little girl, I would lock the bathroom door and climb up the rungs of the bathroom drawers. There on the cool bathroom counter, I would perch myself, cross legged, and stare at my reflection … Continue reading He is Hers, and He is Mine
To the One Who Made Me a Mom
"And then my soul saw you and it kind of went, "Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you..."— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You It's okay. You can scroll back up and look at those captivating eyes one more time, if you'd like. I know I would. [I may be biases, but … Continue reading To the One Who Made Me a Mom