Bearing Hope: Navigating the Desert of Waiting for a Child

If you are a woman who desperately needs … joy … strength … friendship … renewed faith … ohmigoodness, I get it. I did too, especially when I was a crumpled mess on my floor for about three years.

This book is for you.

Going through infertility & baby loss can be like wandering through a desert. It’s terrifying. It’s hard to catch your breath. It’s lonely. You’re desperate for water … truth … hope … answers … a child.

Your Desert Sherpa is finally on the scene! Meet Bearing Hope: Navigating the Desert of Waiting for a Child.

She will:

• Infuse ridiculous amounts of hope into your thirsty soul

• Give you powerful visualization exercises

• Provide you with joy, laughter, friendship (and some rocking illustrations)

• Pour out grace … GIRL. You need to shake out that (tangled, greasy, PERFECT) messy bun and release perfection!

• Strengthen you with stories of 14 brave survivors

• In turn ^^, remember how un-alone you actually are

• Help you recognize and release your heavy burdens

• Turn your eyes up to your creator, the one who satisfies with LIVING WATER.

• Give you practical ideas of fun and healthy things to do while you wait

• Share ideas on how to honor the little ones you’ve lost

• Give your friends and family tangible ways to support and love you through this desert

• Give you discussion questions for a support group, book club, or journaling to help you process (aka move forward!)

• Did I mention that you’re going to SMILE? Hello good, free (well, cheaper than your prescription) medicine!

My darling sweet girl, you need a place to process.  This book will help you find that place and give you the courage to go where you need to go. {grab some Kleenex}

Your desert Sherpa will be there right with you, helping you take more deep breaths.

Get your own personal grief and waiting Sherpa here.

“Is life perfect now? Heck to the no. Are my hands full? Is my heart full? Resoundingly yes and yes. But hear me sweet girl; my hope fulfilled didn’t come in the form of baby bundles. My hope came from and still comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. The Lord who never grows weak or weary, whose understanding is unsearchable (Isaiah 40:28). It was he who poured out just what I needed to get through those dark days, one at a time.”

-Liv Ryan, Bearing Hope

Whether or not you ever bear a child, m’darling, you can still bear hope!

Who could you send tangible hope to, tied up with a pretty bow? Yourself? Your bestie? Your mom? Your neighbor?

She will be ever so grateful.

Hugs and hope,
Liv