Ultimately I'll just be telling my story and trying to point to His enoughness, how He is the pearl that is worth any cost. Speaking of my story. I woke up before the end of the song they had been singing when I fell asleep. I felt different. I ran my fingers over my face … Continue reading Rusty’s 1st Bee Story – Part 5
When I was 38, after having still more discouraging news about our own ability to have children, we started into foster care and looked into a few adoption possibilities as well. Although we do not regret showing love, one after another of the doors closed to adopt, causing much heartache. As I started into my … Continue reading 8. Closing Doors
Where were they going? They didn't like small spaces, they needed room to grow. But even in the moments of being sloshed into their shell they felt the peace and comfort of their Creator whispering to their spirits, “I've got you, just rest in me, there is more to come.” As their environment changed from … Continue reading 7. Comfort in the Freeze
Rusty tried to sit through one more worship song but eventually gave up and left the building, making it as far as the attached prayer chapel before lying down on a pew there and falling asleep. Now, I have a question for you. How would you define the greatest miracle Jesus could do in this … Continue reading Rusty’s 1st Bee Story – Part 4
In my 36th year, we found out that it was a miracle that I conceived a couple years before, as the test results showed that Rusty, possibly as a result of medication he had to take, had male factor infertility. This was hard news for both of us and we processed in different ways the … Continue reading 6. Diagnosis
(Trust me this will make more sense in a few entries. For now, just know that the italicized entries are from a different perspective.) During Alex's 34th year: The little one and the tiny bit littler one looked at each other and smiled. They didn't have eyes, but they could see. Sometimes their vision was … Continue reading 5. ??
Trying hard not to scratch Rusty returned to his room, finished changing and snuck into the back of the chapel a little late. Rus waved him over to a spot of pew he had saved. “Did you get help? Your face looks a lot worse.” Rusty felt at his now lumpy face and nodded. “She … Continue reading Rusty’s 1st Bee Story – Part 3
So here is the thing. That "protecting" I was talking about? It didn't work. Before I even got to a doctor, I miscarried. A high and then a low. Many of you know what that feels like. On top of that disappointment of the loss, I felt embarrassed about having told so quickly. Feeling alone … Continue reading 4. … Dashed
Two years had passed since my husband and I married, and still no pregnancy. We were busy traveling here and there with work and studying, so didn't have a lot of time to think about it. And besides I had a dream about having a baby in my 34th year and that hadn't ended yet. … Continue reading 3. Hope …
Now I'm still not sure if it was because the admissions office had had a weird sense of humour, were assigning bunks by alphabetical order, or just coincidence. However, three of the four people in the room either shared names or had very similar names. We had decided to refer to ourselves as Rus, Rusty, … Continue reading Rusty’s 1st Bee Story – Part 2
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