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!
My petite grandmother, the matriarch of this abundant clan, loved two things above all else, her Savior and her family. My early memories are filled with family camping trips, cookouts, holidays and reunions. However, the time spent getting to know her as an adult will forever be among my favorite recollections.
I am frequently asked how I cope, living with a chronic illness and what I miss most about life before. While that often seems like a strange question as I strive to live in the present, if I answer honestly, I find my response is incredibly vain.
Have you ever been part of a trust fall exercise? One person stands on a table or chair while the others “vow” to catch them. The person on the chair has to lay aside what they think they know about those who are on the receiving end and simply fall.
This class also included a group of students positioned in the back of the room who heckled the teacher and made daily mocking of my friends and me a sport. Ryan, (spoiler alert, the man I would someday marry) the friend I had chosen to sit across from in class; was among the group from church who also endured the daily ridicule.
