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!
Let’s just say, those are words an impressionable seventh-grader doesn’t soon forget.
While I no longer subscribe to her narrative; I can see how these and similar comments throughout adolescence shaped my internal chatter.
Regardless of her intention, or my ability to forget, the damage was done.
Upon returning home, I found myself crippled with fear at the thought of encountering the recipient of my letter.
Awkward hesitation filled every interaction and I prayed she would bring it up.
After a few months, she finally mentioned the letter, but I was so uncomfortable, I didn’t dive further into the topic.
For weeks, I had been trudging through, as familiar emotions bubbled beneath the surface.
I had walked this road before; in fact, this road was worn and muddy.
A path we have traveled for a decade.
Until those words were uttered, I was fairly certain I had gained complete control over this area.
Nevertheless, when I scrolled aimlessly through social media, my throat clenched as images raced before me.
So, I set out on my dating venture to meet my “soul-mate.”
Somewhere along my quest, I completely missed the intent of God’s desire for me.
I sought attention, validation, and affection from guys who were not equipped.
