I Adopted a Baby After Making a Promise to God – 17 Years Later, She Broke My Heart!

Healing wasn’t instant. The sisters navigated the debris of their fight, and I learned to be more transparent about my past. But over time, the tension eased. Ruth realized her place in our home wasn’t a debt to the heavens but a gift of love. Stephanie learned the power of words and became a more careful guardian of her sister’s heart. And I understood that a promise to God is sacred, but the daily, messy, honest promise to a child is what truly makes a mother. We moved forward not by forgetting the past, but by finally telling the whole story together.