I'd like to say that this book helped me in some way and I do not in anyway diminish her pain but here are my thoughts:
She was able to adopt (twice), she became a mother, no she wasn't able to pass on any part of herself physically but she is a mother to two babies.
She never explored any fertility treatments so for the most part I had nothing to relate too, most of this was her adoption journey which sounded absolutely devastating for what they went through. We looked into it but were in no way able to afford it.
I understood a lot of her feelings and thoughts through some of the process. I do not have faith like hers, mine is lost, I feel forgotten and angry. I haven't received any signs, and at this moment I refuse to believe that I am not meant to be a mother. That my hearts greatest desire will not be provided to me.
I'm so happy for her faith and for the family she was given.
I just don't understand my journey at this moment. I am reminded everyday of my barrenness....right now all I'm trying to do is survive and find what is left of my hope and above all understand why I was chosen to endure the greatest pain I've ever felt.