I am hosting this weeks dare for the DIGI DARES. I have been really excited to do this one. Here's the dare...
We don’t always have photos to help us tell the important stories. In fact, I have often found that I don’t tell some of my most memorable stories because I don’t have any photos of the event/person. That shouldn’t stop us!
So, I challenge you to pick a story that you don’t have a photo for and tell it anyway. Perhaps your LO won’t have any photos on it or maybe you can use a stock photo. Regardless of how you tackle it, don’t let the lack of a photo stop you from preserving something special to you.
I think that this is so important. How many of us have not scrapped a special/important memory because we didn't have any pictures or we didn't have the "perfect" photo. I find myself always gravitating towards scrapping the great photos and letting all my so-so photos (that may tell the story better) just sit around. Likewise, if I don't have a photo for the story/event I don't do anything with it. Some of my most memorable things don't have photos to go with them...but I still want to record and remember.
Here is my LO...this one was one I have wanted to do for a LONG time. I have an email that I wrote my sister years ago that explains more of my heart at the time. I will clip it to the LO and put them in my album together.
Credits: Stock photo by Amy Pearson at Scrapbook Graphics. SUDDENLY FRESH papers (blended) and elements by Jofia Devoe at the Digi Chick. Cardboard overlays by Linda GB at Scrapartist. Gralpha by Birgit at Catscrap. Frame by Nancy Comelab. Stitching by Lisa Whitney. Fonts are Mom’s Typewriter and CK Ali’s Handwriting.
Journaling: For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be a mom. There were times in my life that the desire to be married and to have children was the only thing that kept me alive. I wanted so much to pour all of myself into a child and to give him or her all the love that a little heart could hold.
Jason and I knew that we wanted to start a family fairly soon after we were married. A year seemed ideal to us — some time to just be us and then time to start becoming a family.
Five months after we were married we found out that we were pregnant. Surprised, but by no means disappointed. Just five days later I miscarried…and so began the long journey of waiting…waiting to have someone call me mom.
We waited a few months and then began trying to have a baby. We found out were were pregnant, but lost the baby eight weeks later. Six more months of trying led to pregnancy number three…and just one week later we lost that little one.
It was the most trying time of my life. The agony of losing my children and the pain of seeing what felt like everyone around me getting pregnant shook me to my utter core. I was faced with life’s toughest question — is God still God when bad things happen?
I didn’t understand why God was taking me through this trial. I didn’t understand why God would let me suffer so much. I didn’t understand why I had to WAIT.
It was a refining by fire. And through the flames He never left me (though I often felt like He had.) He was faithful and molded me into a stronger woman with an unshakable assurance in the sovereignty of God.
It has been eight years since that first miscarriage. I am about to become a mother to my fourth child. As I look back on the waiting, I know that before I could be the mom that God wanted me to be that I had to come to grips with the fact that my life is not my own. I am a child of God and I have to be willing to accept His plans for my life…the good and the bad.
The waiting is over, but the lessons have not been forgotten.
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In other news, be on the lookout tomorrow for my March Grab Bags. Between computer issues and just not feeling "up to it," I wasn't sure I would get them done. But they are and I am hoping to do a little scrapping with them this weekend!
Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!
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