All my life I don’t remember wanting to be anything but a mom. I dreamed of having kids and loving on them as my mother and family loved on me so much. I would be married and we’d have a sweet beautiful perfect family... right? Well that was the dream anyway. Growing up I was a wild child. As I got older, I got married and we talked about having a family and kids of our own... it was like it was just all going to happen. It was all coming true, this ideal image I had of

It was May 2012 and I was walking out of my office. My co-worker asked me “Michelle, what are you going to do?” I shrugged my shoulders as I looked at her and replied “Let go and let God. That’s what they say right?” THEY. I was referring to Christians. I didn’t really consider myself to be a Christian anymore. Sure, I had been taught about God and Jesus as a child and had gone to church as an adult. I had even begged, pleaded, and bargained with God to give me a baby. Pr

Dealing with the wounds of a broken home, the perils of newly wedded bliss at the age of 21 (an immature 21), clashing with the body of Christ, our brothers and sisters who didn't know what to do with an unchurched heathen who had never been taught to dress modestly or find the Book of Obadiah, the sting of infertility when all I ever wanted was to be a mother and create the family that I wish I could've been a part of, the delightful disaster of bringing home a 5, 3, and 2 y

A story of infertility, loss, and God’s redemption and goodness. My relationship with God has always been something I’ve struggled for. My biggest struggle has been with prayer. I never believed my prayers worked. I experienced catastrophic loss through high school. My grandfather, my uncle and young cousin, my horse in a barn fire. I cried out to God in anguish asking him to fix it. He didn’t. I stopped believing he was good. I didn’t believe prayer worked. Then, I got