Welcome to Hope That Soars, where together, with my husband Ryan, we navigate the messiness of life by pointing people to the HOPE found in a relationship with Jesus.
Our journey is filled with heartache and the daily struggle of chronic illness, scripted by a loving Creator.
It is through Him we find LOVE, JOY, and STRENGTH to press forward.
I pray you will join us as we share life lessons gained through mishap, adventures, and everything in between. Perhaps somewhere along the way, you too will find, a HOPE that SOARS!
All in Christmas
Not long after I was born, I was given a small blanket. One that I slept with each night until I was nearly twenty-five.
Now, I know what you're thinking... This chick has some serious separation issues!! You’re right, but we didn’t put a label on it back then. I just knew it provided comfort and reminded me of home.
As we grew older, Santa’s presence caused major anxiety because at what age do you stop sitting on his lap and just stand beside him for the photo-op (so you still receive your gift), all while maintaining your cool status. Although, I cannot speak for the others, the awkward pictures lead me to believe they too shared my angst.
Anyone who has spent time with me during this season knows that decorating for Christmas has always been at the top of my to-do list. My excitement for the holidays is rarely contained beyond my September birthday. This allows me to fully enjoy the twinkling lights and adorned rooms for months on end.
My love of the holidays dates back to childhood as my sisters and I helped our mom prepare a Christmas inspired theme for each room of our home.
