Melissa’s Story

This is Melissa Rainey Pierson story.  
 
It was the first time out from under my parents roof. I was sharing an apartment with my brother and stopped going to church and met a guy my brother didn’t like him but to pay less rent he let me have him move in ( I ended up paying 2/3 of the rent). when I found out I was PG I kicked him out of the apartment and my life. walking through the doors of the church was one of the scariest things I have ever done luckily they were loving and supportive. when I realized I wouldn’t be able to take care of him on my own (and I didn’t want to put the burden on my parents) I decided I needed to give him to someone that could. I went to the phone book and there were 2 Christian Adoption Agency’s - I made the Initial phone calls and One turned me off and the other on. I knew who I was going with. They have each family make a scrap book to show who they are so when I got those in I Sat and pondered and prayed and finally came to a decision.and then did it all over because I picked the wrong family. I finally landed upon Lynn and Mike. I had my When I found out around Christmas that they had the same first and middle name picked out I knew it was right. He stayed in my room while I was in the hospital. his mom and dad came to tally the day after he was born - very nice people - the right people. God has a plan for him and I was part of it. He will always have a place in my ehart and I hope that one day he will come find me. It won’t be hard, the adoption agency will always know where I am.

Mystery Solved

Everyone seems to be wondering why Muslim terrorists are so quick to commit suicide. Let’s see now… No Jesus, No Christmas, No television, No cheerleaders, No Nude Women, No car races, No football, No soccer, No pork BBQ, No hot dogs, No burgers, No chocolate chip cookies, No lobster, No nachos, No Beer nuts, No alcohol, No Beer !!!!!!!! Rags for clothes and towels for hats. Constant wailing from the guy next-door because he’s sick and there are no doctors. Constant wailing from the guy in the tower. On your knees facing east most of the day. More than one wife. You can’t shave. Your wives can’t shave.. You can’t shower to wash off the smell of donkey cooked over burning camel dung. Your bride is picked by someone else. She smells just like your donkey. Then they tell you that when you die it all gets better!

I mean, really, is there a mystery here?
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A Few Thoughts

Since I have decided to start up support group pages and this blog I have found so many people that have placed for adoption.  For the longest time I have struggled because I haven’t had anyone in my life who placed their child for adoption.  It is so nice now to be able to say something and have other women know how I am feeling and completely understand the ups and downs that come along with placing your child.  They understand that you can me sad and miss your child but that doesn’t mean that you regret your choice.  I know I get sad but I would never change the choice I made to place her with the family who is raising her.  I truly believe that she was meant to for them and that God wants them to be her family! 
For a few months after I had my daughter I did go to a support group that the agency I used had but I got tired of all the drama that some of the girls brought and after I had my daughter it was hard to look at girls who were pregnant and not be jealous of them.  I missed being pregnant because while I was pregnant that means she was still with me and after I had her I went home empty handed.  It is a weird feeling to go to the hospital pregnant and then come home not pregnant and with out a baby.  It is such a weird feeling to say the least.  When they say that you ache for your child they are right.  It is just something inside of you that knows something is missing.  If you haven’t been through it I don’t know that you can completely understand it.  I also hope that most people never have to learn what it feels like.

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