On one particular stop, we visited the Wailing Wall and were encouraged to place our prayers within the ancient crevices. As tears soaked my cheeks, I wrote the little girl’s name on my paper, folded it, and tucked it between the cracks of the wall.
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!
On one particular stop, we visited the Wailing Wall and were encouraged to place our prayers within the ancient crevices. As tears soaked my cheeks, I wrote the little girl’s name on my paper, folded it, and tucked it between the cracks of the wall.
One afternoon included a trip to Twin Falls, where “Grandmother,” affectionately known by her six grandchildren, leaped from rock to rock along the creek bed. Turning back to us as we struggled to keep up, she joked, “I bet you’ve never seen a sixty-nine year old woman do this,” jumping quickly along to the next boulder. A bright smile filled her face, as her contagious excitement bubbled like the stream below.
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.
Seemingly insurmountable obstacles in life kept piling up, and I was stuck! I felt utterly paralyzed by an inability to move in any direction.
Maybe I had stepped out too early or didn’t hear God correctly when it came to sharing His message of hope through my writing.