Twenty-five years ago I lost a child and I decided to name her Mads. She was and always will be a true gift. There are so many things in live I didn't get to do with her, I never even got to hold her. Miscarriages are hard, and the only hope you can have in the situation is to know that every child is a gift from God. I'm not saying this is easy by any means, it took me over 20 years of grieving to start thinking about seeking help. I still have hard days, and days I still want to lay in bed and cry. My therapist and I are working on all of this, for I am still a work in progress.
During quarantine 2020 I made a bucket list and realized that most of the things I had on my bucket list was for other people. I wanted to do more acts of kindness, I wanted to do something to honor Mads. I've had many ideas but none of them felt just right, or didn't work out.
Then God laid this on my heart, He gave me a vision through a dream and even a name. So with the help of a friend, the green light from my husband and kids, and of course the complete stranger cheering me on over a phone conversation....Acts of Joy was born.
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