Mother’s day – one of the most broken days of the year for many of us for many different reasons. This year has been exceptionally hard as I’ve miscarried three times since last Mother’s day. Grief is a funny thing. God has blessed me with four beautiful children to love, cuddle and laugh with (and I’m incredibly thankful for each of them), but the five that he chose to take from me weigh heavy on this mama’s heart. If you too are grieving today, I’m so sorry. There is sweet comfort in knowing that God has our little ones with him – but today, more than most days, is bittersweet. God has been using this and my past to draw me in closer to him in the past weeks. Maybe you won’t relate to this post in the same way, but I’m sure that there is something in most of us that we wrestle with on this day. Here’s my “something”: As adopted people, we go through life carrying with us the knowledge that from the moment of our discovery, we were unwanted. Our mothers did not cry tears of...