Featured Stories

Why Kelsi Cares

image.pngAll around the country there are men and women who care about changing the perception of adoption! They're not all birth mothers, adoptive parents or adoptees. They're people just like Kelsi. Kelsi has a unique heart and passion to serve women. Find out why Kelsi cares...

My name is Kelsi. I am a doula in the Westchester/NYC area, and will be moving to Washington D.C. in a few months! Throughout my life, I have been fortunate to know and love many women who have given birth, and many who have adopted. As a teenager, I attended the births of several of my friends who were also teenagers. In the small town that I am from, in Tennessee, there isn't a lot of support or information for adoption, so none of the girls I knew went with that option, but witnessing their journeys through pregnancy and birth inspired and changed me. That's how I became fascinated by the process of birth, and knew I wanted to always support and hold space for women who are going through that process.

Emilie's Story

EmilieOn October 24, 2015 my life changed forever.

A night of partying with friends turned into a night I was taken advantage of. Little did I know that 280 miles away, on the same night of October 24th, a woman was in a nursery praying for a birth mom and her child. That night God gave her the verse, “He will guard the feet of his faithful ones.” (1 Samuel 2:9) This is the prayer she prayed over me, and my baby for the next nine months almost to the day. Ellery was born July 23, 2016 at 1:39 PM, weighing 8 lbs. 6 oz. and 21 inches long.

Kimberly's Story


The story of adoption is born out of love. In honor of Valentine's Day we're sharing an adoption love story shared from the perspective of both an adoptive mom and birth mom. Meet Kimberly, an adoptive mom and find out how she and her husband's lives have been forever changed through the love of a birth mother...

On October 24th of last year, God wouldn't let me sleep. In the middle of the night, I was wide awake and literally compelled to go into our empty nursery and pray. 

That night, I sat in our third bedroom and prayed over our adoption. I prayed for our child and the birth family, and the story that God was writing. I stayed in that room for over 3 hours and filled 11 pages in my journal. This never happened again, and I didn't think much of it until nine months later.

Michael's Story

Michael_Photo.jpgI was adopted by two great parents who took me to southern New Jersey where I have lived a great life.

The adoption agency was in Pennsylvania so I feel like the luckiest person in the world because by moving to New Jersey I received an amazing education, a great family that includes my adopted older brother and my adopted younger sister and I am fortunate enough to still be in touch on a regular basis with dozens of friends that I consider family! Adoption gave me an amazing life that I appreciate and thank God for everyday! Who knows where I would be if Joe and Joan didn't adopt me!

I love you dad and I miss you mom and I love you too!

Why Julia Cares

Julia.jpegAll around the country there are men and women who care about changing the perception of adoption! They're not all birth mothers, adoptive parents or adoptees though they still care. They're people just like Julia...

Julia is a South Carolina girl who moved to Dallas, TX for a new adventure and to spoil her two nephews. She is currently pursuing a degree in Diagnostic Medical Sonography to work in crisis pregnancy ministry. Her favorite things are laughing, her schnauzer, warm cookies, and the Clemson Tigers. Here's why Julia cares...

I've watched at least a dozen friends of mine go through the process of adoption, as well as mourning with them through the painful road of loss that often precedes adoption. All the stories have been so different, and it's been great to be able to celebrate their joy with them and watch their families grow.

Lisa's Story


Last month was National Adoption Month and I was finally given the courage to share my story.

I will never forget the day when I decided to place my child in the hands of someone else. I thought giving birth was hard, I thought going into the army was hard, but placing a child for adoption has got to be the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. There were so many thoughts going through my head when I searched through the profiles for a family to care for my baby girl. Many people will never understand how I could place her for adoption and that's ok because this was my journey and this is my testimony.

All I ask is that you read it and share if you like...

Why I Love Open Adoption

Screen_Shot_2016-10-14_at_12.24.54_PM.pngWhen researching adoption before we officially started the process, I fell in love with the idea of having an open adoption.  I would spend hours reading and watching personal stories of what other family’s lives looked like with an open adoption.

While watching videos on YouTube about open adoption, I came across this one video that really caught my attention and illustrated to me what open adoption is about. It showed a birthmother handing over her newborn baby boy to his adoptive parents...

Robyn's Story


“I loved him enough to give him life. But I had to love him even more to give him a life.” That is the response I give when I am asked how I could give up my child.

As a 17 year old who thought I knew what it meant to be in love, I was oblivious to what it could mean to be careless. I remember where and when I got pregnant. While the doctor told me I wasn’t, I still couldn’t shake the morning sickness. Then my life turned upside-down.

Allie's Story


I know there have been stories like mine and women who have been where I’ve been. I haven't met many birth mothers...but we don't exactly wear a label on our shirts do we? I was the age of 19 when I found out I was pregnant.

I remember I was scheduled to have my first college freshman final that morning, but instead I took a different kind of test. My knees hit the floor, I became numb and tears rolled down my cheeks from mixed emotions. My parents were shocked when I was finally able to share my news. It took a while to adjust to how my life was going to change. I was going to HAVE A BABY. A BABY! How could I have a baby when I felt like I was just a child myself?! I lost my faith for a while I won't deny that. Depression set in, I stopped eating like I should and I cried myself to sleep night after night. Then one night as I lay in bed I began to pray. I hadn't prayed in months, but I slept more soundly that night.

Placed Together

Ali_O.jpgMy pregnancy couldn’t have come at a darker and more chaotic time in my twenty-two year old life. My parents' thirty-one years together had come to an abrupt halt, and my mother moved out and became estranged.

My own relationship with someone I loved deeply was over, for good. I had moved back in with my father to help put the pieces of his life and our family back together and through all of this found myself battling my own severe depression and anxiety. Questions and racing thoughts flooded my head. I’ve already had to step up and become a mother to my brother to try and make his senior year of high school as normal as possible; how am I possibly going to be a mother to my own child? Things like this don’t happen to people like me and the family I come from. I remember thinking to myself, when and how could this have possibly happened? I’ve been a prisoner of my own mind and circumstance for basically 6 months. I don’t even have ‘a bump’ - this has got to be a mistake. Six positive pregnancy tests later and I was finally convinced this baby was, indeed, really happening.