March. This month is for: Noah
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.
