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!
Our home, now a cluttered mess, whereas a week ago, it was filled with smells of baked goods and squeals of laughter. The feelings of Christmas permeated the emptiness.
I felt physically exhausted, however, I couldn’t help the mental task list that formed.
Control… I needed to gain a semblance of order.
For nearly two decades I was the woman who comfortably walked in her husband’s gregarious shadow.
At family gatherings and church functions, I quietly whispered names of the people approaching in Ryan’s ear as he charmed and delighted everyone in our midst.
“It’s too early to decorate for Christmas. People just need to enjoy the holidays as they come,” the cashier commented.
I smiled politely, thinking, this lady has no idea with whom she is sharing her opinion.
No, seriously, I’m one of those.
Nearly every holiday, or family gathering with our youngest favorites includes a game of hide and seek.
We take turns counting loudly while the others scurry to find their hiding spot.
The challenge with modern, open concept homes is that tucking yourself away in a confined space is close to impossible.
Nevertheless, we scout “new” locations every round…
