tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699703420759064041.post9197401061676515462..comments2023-09-27T02:32:42.011-07:00Comments on Love the Life you Live: "Triumph is born out of struggle"Marc and Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16606030125660157402noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699703420759064041.post-74469095049107084892008-09-09T21:09:00.000-07:002008-09-09T21:09:00.000-07:00Balm to my soul. You just know what to say, and I ...Balm to my soul. You just know what to say, and I love to read your posts. We have much in common, the loss of two babies, the struggle of adoption, and really much more. You are truly a spiritual giant, and put things into a beautiful perspective!Emhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11662284283617525676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699703420759064041.post-69713296660373817592008-09-09T13:16:00.000-07:002008-09-09T13:16:00.000-07:00it is amazing to see the incredible amount of spir...it is amazing to see the incredible amount of spiritual clarity that you have, in the midst of such difficult things. you are definitely teaching us readers a lot. one of my favorite talks is from elder maxwell called "willing to submit". it is such a profound concept and yet one of the hardest things to do. i am glad you made me think about this today, because there is a lot going on for me that will require me to be more submissive. thank you for all that you write from your heart and for sharing it with us. i wish you so much good in the future to come and much healing.Chris Groverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17823798308010945985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699703420759064041.post-68760528467052679982008-09-07T14:22:00.000-07:002008-09-07T14:22:00.000-07:00My husband and I had a similar experience. A year...My husband and I had a similar experience. A year ago July, we were presented with an opportunity to adopt a baby. It was so strange, as much as we wanted to say "YES!" we knew that this child was not meant for our family. It never belonged to us, in this life or the past one. We never even thought to ask the gender. <BR/><BR/>A year ago, we were contacted by a young woman in Utah. We felt so strongly and fell in love with her and the 10 week old baby she was carrying. She suddenly stopped writing to us. I went to the temple and tried to find some peace. When I realized that her name, along with the baby, was on the temple roll, I realized that I had symbolically, as well as physically, done all I could and placed it before the Lord. The amazing thing that followed was the feeling of "The baby's gone. But be at peace. There is a plan for her, there is a plan for 'K' and there is a plan for you. None of you were ever out of sight." I saw myself on the edge of a cliff, about to jump. Standing at a door that was about to open. Waiting, my name about to be called. It was all going to be okay. Two days later, we got an e-mail. The baby had died. I couldn't believe I would ever be at peace with losing a baby again. But it was all going to mean something, because nothing was without reason.<BR/><BR/>A month and a half later, we got a phone call. Because of the letters and love I'd shared with "K" we were considered when potential parents were shown to a young woman expecting a little girl. Our daughter was born on January 31st of this year. We had her baby blessing today. <BR/><BR/>Everything happens for a reason. All the pain, wanting to curl up into a ball and die too, it isn't unnoticed. Every tear will be compensated for, not a sigh will go without notice. Because of trials, pain and heartache, we grow and become more than we ever could, should the answer have been "yes" when we wanted it to be. I'm so thankful for all the "no's." My favorite scripture is Alma 36:20 &21. My joy is as sweet as my pain was bitter.Ashleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01263222190554094815noreply@blogger.com