Sorrows Turned to Joy Infertility/Adoption Memoir Story
This week on HeartWings blog I have shared a short memoir story about a time God turned my sorrows into joy.
Writing this post for the lovely HeartWings blog inspired this haiku:
in remembering
yesterday’s answered prayers
I believe today
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Wendy/2017
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…weeping may endure for a night,
but joy cometh in the morning.
Psalm 30:5 KJV
I hope you’re able to join me at the following link. It’s my first post with this lovely community of Christian writers: Sweet Memories
Joy in the Morning Blessings ~ Wendy ❤
Wendy L. Macdonald 
I read your story and thought how similar our paths have been…although very different too.
we had many tests and minor surgery done for infertility. We had a private adoption fall through…waded through three adoptions through an agency. Funny how the convoluted path has led to such blessing. Now raising a granddaughter when I expected to be pursuing my own interests. God had other plans. He is good to not give me what I want, but instead gives me something better.
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Karen, my only regret is that I wish I would have realized and trusted sooner that His plans are much “better” than mine ever are. I agree “He is good to not give me what I want, but instead gives me something better.” ❤
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Your story really touched me. It comforted me regarding a loss of my own. ❤
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Mama losses are the most painful to bear. I’ve been shedding a few tears just because one of my sons moved into his own place (silly me). Growing pains hurt even when they’re good stuff. ❤ Hugs.
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I understand. I have also found that the Lord is so kind to grant us with loving Christian friendships that help to fill the void. ❤
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❤ He's a good Father.
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Oh Wendy xx That you find light in knowing the baby was saved, and that you and your husband played a role in it not having been aborted, is beautiful. HUGE hugs ❤
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Thank you, Christy. Writing helps me process things and arrive on the joy side of sorrows. Your words have blessed me, dear friend. ❤
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