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!
As I’ve shared in previous posts, our “favorites”are everything to us.
But when God chose to bring this one into our midst, I was captivated.
Perhaps in those early days, I pictured my own babies while catching a glimpse of her chubby cheeks and bright eyes.
Or maybe it was the way she adored her Uncle Ry Ry.
The image of my awkward stair encounters come to mind when I think about exercising faith in God.
Faith, that He will make a way out of an impossible situation.
Faith, that He will heal the brokenness.
Faith, that He alone is in control.
I can’t see the next step, therefore, it must not exist.
A year filled with anticipation… and yet we never feel completely prepared for the season.
Consider the array of frenzy your family endures to capture a glimpse of that elusive “feeling of Christmas”…
This new role that appeared out of no where, or so I thought, was teaching music to grade-school children.
The very humans I vowed never to serve were quickly becoming my greatest adventure…
