Our Story...

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 Managing Chronic Illness

Jun 22

Jun 22 “I’m Sorry…”

Erica Brooks

Managing Chronic Illness

I don’t know when this negative pattern began in my life. Have I always been this way? Was I still navigating through a trauma response?

Why did every conversation have me exclaiming an apology for my mere existence?

Dec 1

Dec 1 In the Midst…

Erica Brooks

The Story of Us, Managing Chronic Illness

Suddenly, because everyone was experiencing the same thing, physical, spiritual, and emotional well-being became a top priority. Social media became a hub of activity, a place for people to interact. Churches reached beyond the walls with more creativity than ever before and families began using this time to build bridges of connectivity.

Jan 21

Jan 21 The Next Right Thing

Erica Brooks

The Story of Us, Managing Chronic Illness

The song she conveys in her desperation caught me off guard; as the lyrics propelled the character to place one foot in front of the other by choosing to do the next right thing.

I sat holding my breath, my watch vibrated indicating my heart rate had elevated matching the crescendo of the music. At the exact moment, lost in my pity-party of emotion, my niece reached over grabbed my hand, and sweetly held on for the remainder of the movie.

Nov 7

Nov 7 The “go to” Girl is Gone…

Erica Brooks

Lifestyle Worship, Managing Chronic Illness

Why was he wasting time looking at a photo album and not helping me?

I exhaled a silent prayer for patience and shuffled over to see what it was I was being beckoned to view.

Tears stung the back of my eyes and remorse greeted me as I noticed the album in question.