Every warrior woman who has brought forth life remembers the agony, and the triumph. The endless hours blending into that one moment where the entire world fades away. And suddenly it’s just you, and this little stranger, who you feel like you’ve always known by soul.
Her spirit says, “I am, I am.” He sees her, knows her, and the infinite galaxies she inhabits. She is a child of the universe, loved at her darkest, but forgotten by the world.
Child sacrifice doesn’t just affect one family, it affects everyone. If we lose one child, we lose a whole community.
I had lost hope. I was at the orphanage, ready to give up my baby. It was so painful because I loved my daughter.
Adoption is a beautiful way to display God’s love for us. Adoption is beautiful, but it is not romantic.
We are all broken. We all hurt. We all need redemption. We all crave love and acceptance, and we are all valuable.