noahs-voice

The Healing Table: When Curiosity Meets Vulnerability Healing Begins

Mon, 23 Mar 2026 12:00:09 GMT

How Vulnerability Met with Curiosity Leads to Healing

At Noah’s Voice , we speak openly about grief, abortion, forgiveness, and healing. We realize that kind of vulnerability can feel uncomfortable at times. But we have also seen again and again that talking about grief is often where healing begins —not just for one person, but for many.

One of the things we believe deeply is this: when women are given space to grieve after abortion, real healing can begin. When a woman is able to welcome the relationship she can still have with her child—even in grief—it can bring profound healing to her heart.

We often wonder what might happen if more women felt safe enough to speak honestly about that grief.

Some people hear conversations like this and respond with, “Of course abortion is heartbreaking—that’s what we’ve been saying.” But what we hope for is something deeper than simply taking sides.

We hope for curiosity about the individual stories behind these decisions . Every woman’s life experience is different. The paths that lead someone to that choice are often complicated, painful, and deeply personal.

At Noah’s Voice, we do not believe that fighting from the extreme right or the extreme left will bring the kind of change our world needs. Division rarely heals anything.

But curiosity, compassion, and love for one another’s stories ?
We believe those things can change far more than we realize.

Our hope for this space is respectful conversation and curiosity toward one another’s experiences.

So we’re curious…

Since learning about Noah’s Voice, has anything shifted in your perspective—about forgiveness, grace, abortion, or the women who have walked through that experience?

We would genuinely value hearing your thoughts.

April. This Month is for: Chloe

Sun, 22 Mar 2026 17:00:17 GMT

The Chloe Blankie was created in memory of Chloe,

The beautiful firstborn daughter of Lindsay and Jordan. Chloe was born still at 38 weeks on April 4, 2008 — perfect in every way, yet already in the arms of Jesus.

Her life, though brief, has left a lasting impact. Through her story, Lindsay reminds us that every child — whether here for a moment or a lifetime — is a precious gift from the Lord. She encourages others never to shy away from speaking a child’s name, because remembering them is a way of honoring their place in our lives and hearts.

The Chloe Blankie is a symbol of that love and remembrance — a tangible reminder that God’s peace can sustain us through even the most unimaginable losses, and that one day, we will be reunited with the ones we love. Until then, we hold tight to the truth that they are safe in His care, where their first sight was the face of Jesus.

As Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 19:14).

This Month Is For: Hope

Thu, 19 Mar 2026 17:04:38 GMT

The Story Behind the Blankie

After marrying her husband Mike, my friend longed for a child—but years earlier, she had chosen to have her tubes tied. When she awoke from surgery hoping to reverse it, the doctor gently told her the tubes were too short to reconnect. Her dream of having a baby seemed lost.

Out of tears and prayer, she began fertility treatments, trusting that the Lord, who had placed this desire on her heart, would fulfill His promise. Against all odds, her ovaries responded wonderfully, producing 24 perfect embryos; two were transferred. On the way to the hospital to see if the transfer was successful despite growing signs of failure, she lifted a prayer to the Lord for a sign of hope .

As she sat in the waiting room, a nurse she’d never met walked in, smiled, and said, “Hi, my name is Hope , and I’ll be your nurse.” Though the transfer did not result in a pregnancy, in that moment, she knew God had answered her prayer — The answer isn’t no; it’s just not yet.

A month later, during a frozen transfer, the same nurse— Hope —placed two more embryos into her womb. This time, one embryo resulted in a healthy baby girl.

Born August 4, 2011, she was given the only name her parents ever considered— Hope —a living reminder that God always keeps His promises.

Hope’s story doesn’t end there. Using their remaining embryos, her parents chose open adoption through Snowflake Adoption. Their selfless gift allowed another couple, who longed for children, to welcome two healthy baby boys, biologically Hope’s brothers, into their family. Today, two families are forever connected through this miracle of life, a testament to how God multiplies blessings when we choose faith and love.

~Mandy Hamilton

March. This month is for: Noah

Thu, 19 Mar 2026 16:48:23 GMT

The namesake of our ministry. A story of reconciliation, healing and restoration.

The Noah Blankie holds the name and story that started it all.

Noah is my child — the one I never got to hold. At 18 and pregnant, I chose to have an abortion. That decision haunted me for decades. Around the age of 30, I joined a post-abortive healing group where I was encouraged to name my child. That is when I gave him the name Noah .

Naming him was not about erasing the past, but about honoring the truth: he existed, he mattered, and he still matters. This was the first step in allowing God to touch the deepest, most hidden part of my heart.

The Noah Blankie is not just for my Noah .

It’s for every mother who carries silent grief.

For every woman who feels she has no right to mourn, yet finds herself aching for what could have been. For those who are afraid to speak their truth for fear of judgment.

This Blankie is a reminder that God’s grace is bigger than our past.

It’s about His power to redeem and restore what feels beyond repair. Just as God saved Noah in the ark, He can save us from the storms in our lives — even the ones we’ve created ourselves.

When I see The Noah Blankie, I think of the verse in Isaiah 1:18:

"Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool."

The Noah Blankie is my white wool — a tangible sign of grace, forgiveness, and the promise that nothing is beyond the reach of God’s love.

December. This Month Is For: Sawyer,

Thu, 11 Dec 2025 16:48:38 GMT

A Story of God's Faithfulness and a Woman's Surrender

“When people allow you to know about their pain and talk about it, take your shoes off. It’s a holy place. Be humble, be kind when someone shows you vulnerability.”
~ Amani Albair

This is the story of Sawyer—well, the backstory of him—as told by his mama.

From the time I was a little girl, I wanted nothing more than to grow up and be a mom. I had other ideas about jobs, of course, but my deepest dream always included marriage and a house full of children. But things didn’t work out the way I thought they would. Some of that was because of my own choices, and some of it was simply that God had other plans for me.

I did get married, but pretty quickly it became clear that my dream life was not going to happen in the way I imagined. My husband and I went through some very hard times early in our marriage, and by the time we agreed it was the right moment to try for a baby, it was far later than I had hoped.

Finally, I got pregnant—only to miscarry a few weeks later. It was devastating. But everyone assured me it was common, and that I should try again. So we did. I became pregnant quickly again, but this time I carried the baby longer, and the miscarriage was far more physically and emotionally painful.

After my second miscarriage, I was not only sad, I was angry—furious, really. My brother and sister each had three children, none of them planned. I was surrounded at work by people I thought were careless parents. I knew teenagers who were pregnant, unwed and unprepared, while my husband and I had a house, jobs, health insurance—and yet we could not hold a pregnancy.

I was angry at my husband, convinced he didn’t care as much as I did. I was angry at every pregnant woman I saw. I couldn’t even watch TV, because every commercial featured smiling mothers and babies. I cried at my niece’s dance recital, certain I would never watch my own child on stage. I judged harshly anyone who complained about their kids. I raged at God, and at my own body. Truthfully, I hated myself, and for a long while, I hated everyone and everything.

But my story wasn’t over.

God began to work on me. I can’t pinpoint exactly how or when, but my heart started to change. Two moments stand out clearly. One came from an older woman in my church, Sally, who had walked through her own hard life. In conversation one day, not even about me, she said she was tired of hearing people ask, “Why me?” Then she said something I will never forget: “Why you? Why NOT you?” Her words stopped me cold. Who was I to expect a perfect, easy life?

The second moment came when I met a woman I didn’t even know very well. In the course of our conversation, she handed me a poem that spoke directly to my broken heart. That simple act became a lifeline, one I’ve since shared with other women walking through loss.

And then—after I had finally given up hope—I got pregnant again. It was terrifying. But I can laugh now remembering how I threw up every single day, and every single day I thanked God for it. I had never been so grateful to be sick. The pregnancy was full of fear and uncertainty, but also a deep awareness of the miracle happening inside me.

In August 2006, my son Emmet was born. Everything was fine. What an incredible blessing! Of course, I quickly realized that motherhood, while beautiful, is also hard. I struggled with guilt—thinking I had to be perfect because of what I had been through. If I was tired, impatient, or needed space, I felt I was failing. But I learned.

I miscarried again when Emmet was about a year old, though this time we kept it private. By the time he was a toddler, I longed for him to have a sibling. I worried I was over-focusing on him and didn’t want him to grow up spoiled or coddled.

When Emmet was four, I became pregnant again. This time, from the very beginning, something in me was different. Yes, there were moments of fear, but overall I felt peace. I was able to trust God more fully with the outcome, whatever it might be.

In December 2011, Sawyer was born. From the moment he arrived, our family felt complete. He brought joy, laughter, and a lightness we hadn’t known before. Looking back, I can see how God wove every part of my journey—the heartbreak, the waiting, the healing—into something beautiful.

I am still a work in progress, but one thing I know: I pray for my boys daily, and I give them back to God in my heart. They are not truly mine. He loves them more than I ever could, and He is writing their stories just as He wrote mine.

Being their mother is the greatest honor of my life.

–Sawyer’s mom

If you are lucky enough to know Sawyer, you already know how remarkable he is. God wove this family into my life in the most unexpected ways—through a playground friendship, the birth of baby bunnies, being welcomed into a new church, Gramma Camp, and now Noah’s Voice.

It’s amazing to look back and see God’s hand at work—even in the dark parts, even in the waiting. Every piece had a purpose.

Praise God.

What is a Tribute Blankie?

Sun, 07 Sep 2025 23:18:03 GMT

What is a Tribute Blankie?

The Tribute Blankie – February’s Special Spotlight

February is our tribute month, and unlike the other 11 Blankies , this one changes every year. Each February, we choose a child to honor — a precious life whose story we want to share, whose light we want to keep shining.

Our very first tribute was the Sophia Blankie , honoring the amazing little girl behind Sophia’s Warriors. The proceeds from every Sophia Blankie went directly to her and her family, helping meet real needs and surrounding them with love and prayer.

In 2025, our Tribute Blankie honored Addelyn. That month, we were blessed to hear her story — a story of love, courage, and a life that touched many hearts. We were deeply moved by the strength of her parents, Jaclyn and Charlie McCoy, who created The Addelyn McCoy Memorial Foundation to honor her memory and continue her legacy. Through this foundation, Addelyn’s light continues to shine, bringing hope and help to others.

The Tribute Blankie was more than fabric and thread. It became a way for our community to rally around a child and family — to give, to pray, to remember, and to remind them that they were not alone. Sometimes the smallest gesture can have the greatest impact, and each Tribute Blankie carried that hope stitched into every seam.

What is an UnNamed Blankie?

Sat, 09 Aug 2025 14:42:17 GMT

The Blankie Honoring the UnNamed

The UnNamed Blankie honors every single child — baby, fetus, cluster of cells, human being — who was conceived but not born, for any reason.

I imagine these children have been called many unofficial names: first pregnancy, eighth pregnancy, child of one’s hopes and dreams, unwanted, mistake, accident, worst nightmare. Each of these labels comes from a story, a moment, a deeply personal experience.

Although their time on earth was short, their impact was far greater than we often realize — or sometimes, than we allow ourselves to acknowledge. Even if only one person knew they existed, that person was changed. Whether they admit it or not, a life was touched forever.

God used a baby to change the world. God still uses babies to change the world — to point us to the Baby, the one Savior, Jesus, who can save our souls.

The babies honored the month of January are in Heaven with Jesus right now. I believe they are hoping and praying for the people whose lives they touched for just a moment in time — praying that one day they will meet again, face to face, in Heaven. I can only imagine what that reunion will be like… Jesus introducing me to my babies. It’s something I long for when my time on earth is complete.

The UnNamed Blankie is for all those little ones whose names we may not know, but whose lives still mattered. It is a reminder that God has a plan, even when we don’t understand it — and that His love holds both the babies and the ones who miss them.

~Mandy Hamilton

Director of Noah's Voice

Our Purpose

Sun, 27 Jul 2025 19:39:09 GMT

The purpose of Noah's Voice is to create a nurturing and Christ-centered environment where individuals can find healing, support, and fellowship. We are dedicated to using our skills, resources, and creativity to craft meaningful products, such as infant security blankets, that bring comfort and hope. Guided by God’s purpose, we aim to extend our reach by developing unique initiatives that address the specific needs of communities, fostering unity and compassion. Through our efforts, we seek to build a network of support, spreading love and grace, and inspiring others to join us in bringing light to those who are experiencing pain and loss.