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It’s been a couple days since I opened my heart and wrote the posting, The Day My Paper Shredder Made Me Cry . Within a couple hours of disclosing my innermost, rawest, feelings, my e-mail box was flooded with messages of support, encouragement and advice. There are no words to describe the outpouring of love and support I have received over the past 48 hours. I am humbled.

So many of the messages I received were about personal journeys. Some triumphant. Some full of sorrow. Miscarriages, years of waiting, fertility treatments, prayers, adoption… each person different, yet all united by a similar theme of wanting a child.

I’m taking this moment to thank you.

I had felt so alone in my grief.

I was drowning in sorrow and burdened with feelings I could not control.

My heart still aches and yearns for a child but I now know that I am not alone.

Thank you for reminding me that there is always hope and that my journey is exactly that… a journey. I haven’t arrived at my destination yet but I have more companions now than when this journey began eight months ago. For that, I am grateful.



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Jennifer Bly
Author of My Kitchen, My Classroom: An Introduction to Homeschool, creator of The Deliberate Mom, and Deliberate Homeschooling. Jennifer writes about parenting, her faith, and life with her husband and two girls. Jennifer has a Bachelor of Applied Human Service Administration Degree with a specialization in Early Learning in Child Care.




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