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!
So, if a child never calls me “Mommy,” this side of eternity, I can freely lay aside those feelings of shame and embarrassment. It doesn’t mean I am a failure or any less of a woman. It simply means, God’s plan, His PERFECT plan, is far greater than anything my heart could have imagined.
As I listened to these profound lyrics, I realized that the truth of the matter is, my identity is first and foremost as a “Child of God” and no amount of titles given to me by this world will EVER change that fact.
Everything was planned to perfection, but as we all know, you just can’t plan these things and I missed it by 10 minutes. When I arrived I was so frustrated with myself for not getting there early enough, until her father placed her in my arms.
And EVERYTHING BECAME STILL…
We made it nearly four hours into our journey back home before anyone spoke. The radio quietly playing, matching the mood of the car until Michael W. Smith’s voice came across the speakers as we entered the WV mountains.
