The time has come to share my story. I've felt ready for a while but just haven't found the time to get a blog going again. I want this to be a blog where I can share my thoughts and feelings about two things that aren't always talked about much but have both affected and shaped me in ways I never dreamed - miscarriage and adoption.
When I suffered from my first miscarriage exactly two years ago (almost to the day) I have never felt so alone and afraid in all my life. I'm ready to share my thoughts and feelings with you in hopes to help someone who might be going through something similar. I certainly don't have all the answers, but maybe someway, somehow through this blog, I might be able to use my experiences to help someone else. It's not an easy road and certainly not one to be walked alone.
Adoption has been on my heart and mind for many years. For as long as I can remember, I have loved kids. Children tug at my heartstrings, especially kids who are orphans or just down on their luck. I was fortunate to go on several mission trips in high school and college, met lots of kids in different countries, living very different lives from me, and I believe it was these various trips that began to foster my love for children. Adoption specifically became something I was very interested in when I was a sophomore in college. I took a mission trip to Trinidad with other ACU students, and it was here that I know God planted adoption on my heart. I knew one day my family and I would adopt but had no idea how or when. Thankfully, my husband was on that same trip and God was working on his heart in similar ways!
So, I've started a new blog, August Rose, to share my story with you. Why the blog title The August Rose? Honestly, the lack of a title to this blog is one of the main reasons it took so long to get this thing going. I wanted a title that summed up my story in just a few words and also was a good blog name. August 24, 2012, is when our first baby lost by miscarriage would have been due. Rose is the meaning of our newly adopted daughter's name, Rosalyn (pronounced Roz-a-lyn). Since this will be a place where I share my story of both miscarriage and adoption, I combined the two words to get the blog title. After all, the two events are forever connected; if it weren't for that first miscarriage in August I wouldn't be holding my 1 month old daughter as I type this post.
I want this blog to be a place where I can be open and honest. I will share the good, bad and ugly parts. It hasn't been easy and it's not how I would have written it, but The Lord has written (and continues to write) a story far better than anything I could have dreamed of. I hope you'll come along for the ride as I share this journey with you...
