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When she asked what she could do to help make it better, his simple answer just WRECKED her:

“With the clarity and wisdom of a much older soul he said, ‘a hug Mama, you make it better.’

“(Cue shattered heart and tears),” added Julianna:

“There in the Target aisle at 8:25 p.m. we sat holding on and reminding each other that this road is hard and the price tag is great, but it is here in the depths of broken hearts we find hope. Hope to believe in love again. Hope for our parents. Hope for our healing. Hope to open our hearts. Hope to keep going, despising addiction, hurt and loss, knowing that in the midst of it all, we have found each other.”

Throughout her journey of fostering and adopting children, Julianna says the lesson she’s learned is that she can’t take the pain away or change the past, but what she can do is “hold on tight making the ache a little less.”

“I can stand in the gap where bio parents are unable to in their brokenness,” she shared, “Reminding these little souls that they are desperately loved, known and seen. Reminding us all that there is hope and to never lose sight of that.”

**See more from Julianna on her website My Joyful Broken Heart

Kelsey Straeter
Kelsey Straeter
Kelsey is an editor at Outreach. She’s passionate about fear fighting, freedom writing, and the pursuit of excellence in the name of crucifying perfectionism. Glitter is her favorite color, 2nd only to pink, and 3rd only to pink glitter.

Fat-Shamed Woman on Flight Praises ‘Hero’ Who Made Bully Switch Seats

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