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!
Not even twenty-four hours after placing my identified sin before Christ, I stood spouting off my capabilities to my husband. Ryan’s words of caution elicited anger; and prideful self-reliance was once again held tightly in my grasp.
“There is nothing wrong with me, I can do it myself…” I argued, like a stubborn toddler.
One of my first jobs out of high school was at a jewelry kiosk at the mall.
Every weekend I walked down the corridor with my clear purse slung over my shoulder ready to assist customers in their jewelry needs.
I will never forget the face of the man that would frequently stop by on his break to visit my manager.
He would excitedly share about his escapades at clubs and often tried to include me in the conversation.
“What is your deal?” he asked one Sunday afternoon, “Are you afraid to hang out with someone like me?”
He stood, palms pressed against the glass ,shooting daggers-as if daring me to look away or squirm in disgust.
Interesting comments I received during my season of leading corporate worship…
“I didn’t really like worship today.”
“Worship was way too long.”
“Hymns are boring, do we have to sing so many?”
“My ears are still ringing from the volume of that guitar.”
Or the one that still baffles me…
For nearly three decades, I have been on the receiving end of some pretty spectacular presents. My husband has a knack when it comes to gift giving. He listens well and chooses treasures that recipients are guaranteed to cherish.
His one endearing flaw, if you could even call it a flaw… he has a difficult time waiting to give said treasures. Until recently, he forced himself to hand off items to be hidden, to ensure he kept the surprise.
On one occasion however, his excitement could not be contained and not only was I on the receiving end of this particular gift-
