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Hi, I’m Rebekah Fox.

I was once a barren woman. I had a barren womb, and a very barren soul. But God saw me in my barrenness--and He delivered me. Not only of a barren womb, but a barren soul, too. He opened my eyes to His beauty all around me. And every day, I need Him to do it again, in my heart, and in my spirit. To take me from Barren to Beautiful. Because I am weak, and broken, and sinful, but He--He is beautiful. If the Spirit has led you here, perhaps He wants to take your barrenness away--and birth something more beautiful than you ever imagined.

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I help women struggling with infertility to hope in God and allow Him to transform them from barren to beautiful—on the inside. 🌸
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Rebekah Fox
I’ve been tending my soul lately. ⁠ Thanks to I’ve been tending my soul lately. ⁠
Thanks to my friend Laura, who mailed me this book shortly after Harold died. I spent weeks moving through it. Slowly. Savoring. Wrestling. Weeping nearly each time. A few lines, then set it down again. It was only 4 chapters, which I love. I think most books say far more than they need to. This one didn’t. But it had a way of awakening the grief, yet not without purpose.⁠
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To tend a wound, you need to undress it, to see it bare. Only then can it be washed in the water, bandaged with clean gauze.⁠
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Burying wounds, does not make them heal. It infects them. ⁠
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Same with grief.⁠
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You have to undress it.⁠
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You come into His presence. Your hands shake, and you feel some dread, but then He says, “Come, child.⁠
Let me undress you,⁠
so I can wash you,⁠
so I can heal you,⁠
so I can clothe you.”⁠
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It’s something like that.⁠
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And He does do it.⁠
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I’m wounded, but blessed.⁠
Naked, but clothed.⁠
Broken, but (being) healed.⁠
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But not in the way it seems. Harold’s death cannot be undone. And in some ways, there’s no salve for that.⁠
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But. It’s coming. One day.⁠
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Because the thing He told me when I was pregnant with Zion, when I was so sick, and felt like I was dying, yet life was growing inside of me, what He said to my spirit was this:⁠
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“There’s never a death,⁠

Without a resurrection.⁠
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Not in My Kingdom,⁠
Not when I’m there.”⁠
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There’s never a death

without a resurrection.

For those who are in Christ.⁠
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Oh, let it be so. Or we shall be pitied above all men.⁠
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But as I wait for the resurrection to burst forth, 

He is here. Holding me. Washing me. Binding up my wounds. Coming near to the broken hearted. Just like He promised.⁠
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He’s here for your grief, too.⁠
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But you must let him undress the wound. Undress you. That He may heal you. Wash you. Cleanse you. Clothe you.⁠
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For He promises this. “The Lord is near the broken-hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18

Come near, Lord Jesus. 

Comfort. Cleanse.  Wash. Clothe. 

Until You come. Until Your resurrection bursts forth, like the dawn.
Have you always kind of wondered about adoption? B Have you always kind of wondered about adoption? But there were just too many “unknowns?” How expensive will that be? And, what if we can’t do it? And, would I love them the same as “my own” child? These are just *some* of the questions that can race through our minds when someone brings up “adoption.” Ask me how I know. ;)

Fun fact: my husband and I seriously considered adoption TWICE. The first time, internationally, the second time, through foster care. God led us a different way, as I became pregnant both times. But oddly, I did not feel “relieved,” when I got pregnant. I felt surprised. You see, as we prayed about adoption and pursued it, it became clear to us that this wasn’t a “lesser” option, it was a different option. But still, a clear and strong calling. Even though we did not end up adopting (and it may be something in our future) I am still FULLY convinced that it was God who had called us to pursue this option.

You see, as we learned more about the needs of orphans, across the world, and in our own hometown, God used that to break our hearts over what breaks his and it drew us closer to Him and to each other. Adoption is something very close to the heart of God. And His Word tells us He cares for the orphans and the fatherless.
But…how does that actually look? I think there are different ways.

One way, is through “The Forgotten Adoption Option.” What’s that, you say? It’s called “foster care adoption.” It is not the same as traditional foster care, it also has little to no cost, compared to international adoptions. This week, I am hosting a Foster Care Adoption Webinar with author of the, “The Forgotten Adoption Option,” @marcybursac .Marcy is an adoptive mom of a sibling set of two children, and is passionate to educate others on how to navigate this process and demystify the journey.

Join us this Thursday, February 18, 2021 at 7 p.m. — 8 p.m. (EST) on Zoom.

To get this link—you must DM me. As it will not be shared publicly.;)

Please RSVP by Wednesday night so we can save you a seat! ❤️☕️
Have you ever discussed adoption with your husband Have you ever discussed adoption with your husband? Maybe your conversation ended in, “That’s WAY too expensive,” or, “I could never do that.” But what if there was ANOTHER option...you didn’t know about? One that most people don’t hear about? Well, there is.

It doesn’t cost thousands of dollars, and it isn’t the traditional foster care, you’ve probably heard about.

Interested to learn more?

I’m hosting a webinar with @marcybursac 
, Author of the book, “The Forgotten Adoption Option,” 
on February 18th via Zoom!

And I’d love for you to join. Even if you feel confident you, “could never do that.” (Yes, I’ve said it before. 🙋🏻‍♀️)

What I’ve learned is that education (learning more about something) often proceeds being “called” to something. I invite you to simply “learn more.” Even if God does not call you to pursue this “adoption option,” understanding the need and reality can help you advocate for the orphans who face this reality, in our own country, every day. And caring for orphans is something we are all called to.❤️

If I’m honest, it’s not something I have thought about lately. You, too?

Let’s come with open hearts and ears as Marcy shares her story and demystifies this, “Forgotten Adoption Option.”

To get the Zoom link for the event (and this will be password protected) go to the link in my bio and PM me with your email address and I will send it to you. You can also join my private female FB Community. 

Marcy recently wrote a guest post all about what this is, and you can find that also in the link in my bio under, “The Forgotten Adoption Option.” 
My Bio Link: 
https://linktr.ee/barrentobeautiful

See you next Thursday, February 18, 2021 @ 7pm for a 1-hour webinar! ☕️ 💻💕

**Got a burning 🔥 question for Marcy? PM me and I will make sure she gets it ahead of time. There will also be a Q&A at the end. ❤️

#fostercareadoption #infertility #ttc #adoption #barrentobeautiful #tryingtoconceive #forgottenadoptionoption
We had just gotten home from the funeral when I fo We had just gotten home from the funeral when I found this box on my snowy porch. Inside the Bouqs box were three beautiful bouquets. Tears filled my eyes. My friend Kristy sent them all the way from California.⁠
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It had been a horrible day. Truly.⁠
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The viewing was hard. I didn’t want him to look as good, as like himself, as he did. And that just made it hurt more, like a knife piercing into my heart. “No, no, don’t go,” my soul whispered looking at him, “Don’t leave us.”⁠
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My father in law was only 64. I wish we had seen it coming. I wish it wasn’t COVID. I wish we could have known. We didn’t. Who does?⁠
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And I shared words about him at the funeral, the most beautiful words I could find. Still they weren’t barely enough. How do you sum up a man? A life? Like a thousand little butterflies taking flight, and you are trying to pin one down. It’s gone, though you chase it wildly. Flying up, higher than you could ever climb. But you still try. You still leap.
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“He’s not here,” I kept telling myself when I’d look at the casket. “That’s not him,” I’d think.⁠
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Am I full of denial, or faith?⁠
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Suddenly all the words are taunting me. I’m flipping the pages of my Bible, “Where is he now?” I feel desperate to know. And I am asking God to take care of Him, as if He could forget.⁠
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I’m wrestling with the sting of sin, the sting of death. Which I can taste now. It’s like poison. It’s horrible. More horrible than I ever dared imagine. Sin and death.
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And I’m desperate now, more desperate than I’ve ever been. For Jesus.⁠
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This is why He came. This is why He died for us on the cross. I feel it deep, deeper than my bones. This is the enemy. The last enemy. The wages of sin is death. And death is more haunting than I ever imagined.⁠
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But He is more beautiful.⁠
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A thousand, a million times more beautiful. Oh, Jesus. What have you done?⁠
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What have you given?⁠
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You not only rise from the dead. You raise us.⁠
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You are the Resurrection.⁠
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“Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live...” John 11:25
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Find Him, friends. He is the life, the only real life, forever and ever.
My father-in-law, Harold Fox, went home to be with My father-in-law, Harold Fox, went home to be with His Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, last week. Thank you if you were one of the hundreds, if not thousands praying for him.

I don’t say that lightly. If you took the time to pray for him, or me, whether you commented or not, you have given me a more precious gift than I could ask for, or deserve. 

My heart is broken right now.

There’s not a day I wake up and instantly don’t think about him.
There’s not a moment in the night I wake up and don’t think about him.
He was one of the most beautiful men I have ever had the privilege of knowing. He raised the man I most adore in this world.
He showed me what love looks like.
What it feels like.

My kids have lost their grandfather.

My eyes blur with tears at that statement and I can barely see the screen.

Tears roll down my cheeks now, and again, the pain fills my heart.

The sting of sin and death has never been felt more deeply than now.

My husband lost his father, and we have lost one of our closest friends.

Our hearts are broken.
But more tender than ever before.

And we are moved to love the way Harold loved.

The way Jesus loves.

His life makes me want to hold people more dearly than I ever have.

Losing him reminds me of what precious treasures people are.
To treat them all as such.
Because you don’t actually know when you will lose one.

Harold taught me so much. And I cannot even put it all into words yet.

I will miss his big voice, his big laugh, and his even bigger heart.

My heart recognizes that this world is not our home, and strangely, it comforts me. I’m reminded of the reality of Jesus. And the reality of heaven. And that every single dot and stroke of scripture will come to pass.

For those who are in Christ, 
There’s never a death,
Without a resurrection.

If Jesus rose, 
Then all who are in Him,
Shall rise.

Please pray for me, as I grieve. This is new territory for me, for us. If I’ve known grief before, I’ve never known it this severely. You may see more posts about this, which I know is not what I normally write about. But it’s where I’m at. And it’s real.

And the hope I clinging to,
Is that if the grief is real.
Then the glory is real.
I took this photo two summers ago. My belly was ro I took this photo two summers ago. My belly was round and my toes sandy and bare.

My husband had finally pulled out his guitar on our beach vacation. And this made us draw near. His two biggest fans. His father, Harold, and I.

We paused and listened as he strummed and sang with his sweet voice, a new song he had written, “You Do Miracles Still.” And the waves crashed in the background. The warm wind blew through our hair, and against our tanned skin, like the very breath of God.

That was then.

And this is now.

This same graying man lies in a hospital attached to a ventilator, and IV’s, and dialysis.

And I hate COVID now more than I ever did. I wanted to believe it was a scam. I wanted to believe it wasn’t so bad after all. I wanted to believe it only touched people who were already on their death beds. Not ones very much alive.

Like him.

1% seems so small. Until it’s someone you dearly love, and loves you back like a tidal wave collapsing on your head, swinging you around and laughing with you in the waves.

2020 seemed odd, but not so bad. And to be honest, I liked philosophizing about it. The breakdown of the system. The resurrection of the family. It all had to happen according to the dystopian novels.

But days before walking off the battlefield of 2020, and feeling rather unscathed by it all, it was as if the dragon tail swept one more time, striking our very hearts.

Harold couldn’t breathe and was life-flighted to a hospital 2 hours away, and we were all left gasping for breath.

It’s been 13 days. And we entered this new year on our faces, on our knees. Tears soak the carpet. And we cry out, God,

“You Do Miracles Still.” 

Breath of God,
Come,
Fill his lungs
Fill his body
With your breath of Life.

We believe,
You do miracles,

still.
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