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Our Story Is Bigger Than Us

December 1, 2016

It was a cold January morning when we sat across the Starbucks table from a local pregnancy-adoption counselor. This meeting was the culmination of an adoption-dream first conceived together via a skype date while dating, a couple years of trying to conceive biologically without success, and an eagerness to grow our family.

Her talk of openness in adoption frightened us and made our nerves tingly in an uncomfortable sort of way. We didn’t know that we agreed with her. How could that be best for our child? Wouldn’t he or she be confused? We have to help support this lady who kay not even go through with an adoption plan?

There weren’t many forward steps towards adoption after that coffee date conversation, but our hearts were being stirred and invited into thinking bigger. Up until that point, my idea of adoption was so small, so simple, so cut and dry. The misconceptions I held were many, but we are all in different places, right?

I had not realized how BIG adoption is. I wasn’t ready for the humility adoption demands.

I did not know adoption was meant to split you wide open, revealing the ugliest and most radiant parts of you all at once.

Another Christmas passed without expectation of or the existence of little toes to kiss, bellies to tickle, tears to soothe, and the next cold January arrived all too quickly.

READ THE REST OF MY POST HERE: Michelle Madrid-Branch.

Thank you to Michelle Madrid-Branch for hosting me! Michelle is an adoptee, adoptive mother, author, and advocate for women and children without families. Her website is filled with stories and experiences that will enrich your life; I am honored to be featured on her space.

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I'm the #1 New Release author of This Undeserved Life, which is the story of me surrendering my sorrow by grabbing ahold of it.

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🗳🗳 🗳 🇺🇸 🇸🇴 🗳 🗳 🗳 🗳 🇺🇸 🇸🇴 🗳 🗳🗳
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With my story. With my kids’s story. With her story. With his story. With their story. With our story. You’re not finished yet. My heart after your heart first, I will trust you here and now. My Hope always set in who You are, even when I can’t see every part, I will trust You. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
For you, friend, barely holding on...He’s not finished yet. For you, feeling trapped and imprisoned with no sign of a way out...He’s not finished yet. For you, wondering when motherhood will crash down your door...He’s not finished yet. For you, seeing loss and brokenness every way you turn...He’s not finished yet. For you, wondering if you’re worth more than this...He’s not finished yet. For you, grieving your life as you hoped it to be and it just so isn’t...He’s not finished yet. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
You don’t play games, it’s not who You are...You’re not the type to mislead my heart. I’ve only known You to keep your word, I’ve found love at every turn. I can trust you here. One day at a time. One breath at a time. You’re not finished yet.
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Who needs the daily reminder that He’s not finished yet? 🙋🏼‍♀️🙋🏼‍♀️🙋🏼‍♀️🙋🏼‍♀️🙋🏼‍♀️🙋🏼‍♀️🙋🏼‍♀️🙋🏼‍♀️
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I didn’t know a heart could experience so many blows as mine has and also be as full as mine is. They are my world and my heart overflows. Full hands, waaaaay fuller heart. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
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As we head into this season of giving thanks and spending time with family and having all our agony + traumas shoved right up into our faces...I am going to take it one day at a time. I am going to walk the tension of both loss and gain, joy and sorrow, woundedness and healing. I am going to be sad and grateful, as I typically tend to be. And I hope you find the space to do the same.
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It only took reading two books, taking official the test 4 times, and listening to a million and one podcast episodes to finally discover that I am a...FOUR. I’m a four: the individualist + romantic. One of the most complicated + misunderstood personality types. I‘m so messed up and misunderstood I couldn’t even figure myself out 😂
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I deeply identified with multiple numbers and towards the end of my discovery was bouncing between thinking I was a 2 or 8. THEN low and behold, I realized I am absolutely a 4. I can see that I’m healthy and maturing in some ways but I am also seeing that I have some unfortunate areas in my life where the unhealthiness of disintegrating to the stress of type two have hurt me and others over the years. Holy dang you guys. Repression is for real.
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I’m not as self aware as I thought. It’s difficult for me to see exactly how envy is my passion or sin, playing into my instincts or struggles, so I’m digging and trying to see myself more clearly. FOURS, how does envy play itself out in your life? In what ways do you experience it most? Also, who is a four in my little IG community!? Tag a four or tell meeeeee 🤘🏼
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My life has been shaken to its core over the last two months, flipped upside down, tossed around and thrown into the fire. Shedding all the things I thought I knew, all the ways I assumed I knew myself and the life I worked so hard to create and live and make real. But when we wake up to the Truth we’ve been working so hard to avoid for so long — lying to even ourselves —, and everything comes crashing down to reveal itself in raw form, there is then a real chance to fully live, to wholly heal, to heal holy. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
My darkest days were darker than I knew could be possible and there are still very dark days ahead... part of me doesn’t wish the all consuming fire on anyone...but another part of me wishes it on everyone because I’m already starting to see there is true wholeness and hope and good on the other side. The other side isn’t half living half dying: the other side is whole. The other side isn’t here for me yet but I get small tastes of the peace and the safety of His goodness, through being honest and facing my painful Truths.
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Im finding I don’t really trust myself anymore, after waking up to my full reality. But one thing I keep in the foresight is: I am still in His hands. Great is His faithfulness. His promise still stands. His wisdom is available to anyone who seeks it and is wholesome, good, more valuable than rubies. The fire is still here, but I can see more than just fire for the first time in two months. I can see Hope.
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