Today we are celebrating three years as a family of seven. I still can't tell our story without being brought to tears. What started as a simple longing to grow up and become a mom turned into a journey with years of heartbreak, endless questioning, hitting rock bottom, and then finally surrendering it all to God and ending up with a family we could never have imagined.
I remember so clearly, as if it were yesterday, that in the months after each miscarriage I would spend time searching online for any glimmer of hope.
Tears would flow every time those Baby Center emails would come into my inbox telling me what size fruit the baby in my tummy now was. The problem was that I hadn't gotten a chance to update Baby Center that there was no longer a baby growing in my womb.
I searched for anything that would help make sense of all that was going on in my body. I would "google" things to no end searching for stories that were similar...stories that would give me answers.
Anything, that would help make sense of it all.
What I found terrified me. It left me with more questions and gripped me with fear. The internet became a place of pain. There were so many stories...stories of pain.
Then our lives took a dramatic turn. Two years ago I started sharing some of our stories and An Inviting Home began.
Through it all I had one dream...to share this story.
If it could give hope to one person on the other side of the screen, one person searching for answers, one person questioning everything that they had ever known...everything.
Today that dream comes true.
This is a story of hope.