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God’s Presence in Seasons of Waiting

God’s Presence in Seasons of Waiting

“We spend much of our life waiting. Waiting in line, waiting for a call, waiting for the laundry to finish, waiting for vacation to start, waiting for our favorite author to release a new book.

Often, waiting is simply a mundane (if sometimes annoying) part of everyday life; but sometimes, we enter into a season of waiting that is anything but mundane. We find ourselves in a space that is painful and heartbreaking where we long for answers.

In these spaces, I have learned the hard way that even when resolution doesn’t come as quickly as I want it to, I can find comfort knowing for certain that God will meet us there.”

Continue reading Amanda’s story.

Gratitude and Hope Even When You Are Grieving

Gratitude and Hope Even When You Are Grieving

“A few years ago I attended a star party. Not the kind of party where movie stars are celebrated, but where galaxies and planets were the main attraction.

I gathered with hundreds of people at dusk to see the sun set and the moon rise as we anticipated the fall of darkness. A local group of astronomers brought their high-powered telescopes and invited people to gaze at the planets and stars through the lens of their telescopes. Waiting in line, it was finally my turn to look through the small hole where my eyes adjusted to see Saturn and its rings. Observing the brightness and beauty of the stars illuminated in the darkness was both majestic and humbling. It reminded me that some things can only be seen in the dark.”

Continue reading Pam’s story.

Hope for Tomorrow | She Chose Hope Guest Post

Hope for Tomorrow | She Chose Hope Guest Post

I’m honored to have my article “Hope for Tomorrow” published as a She Chose Hope story.

Moments that mark our lives—the ones we never anticipate being writing into our stories—can be hard to remember. With time and distance it’s these moments I’ve found to be worth remembering because they are the ones that tell the story of God’s faithfulness.

While time may paint an ever-evolving story, the same truth will always shine through: God has been faithful. There is healing and hope in uncovering that to be true when we are walking an unknown path.

Enjoy a preview in this post!

The Battle for Motherhood and for Life, and the Savior Who Holds On Tight

The Battle for Motherhood and for Life, and the Savior Who Holds On Tight

“According to science, the path to motherhood is a straightforward line.

Although I had known other women who struggled and had heard of many fertility obstacles, I mostly thought that science’s cute little timeline was a good standard for how it looks for a woman to become a parent. Science, and my body, decided to prove me wrong. They double crossed me and made my timeline resemble something more like a horror story.”

“Slowly, and painfully, I learned there are quiet times in one’s faith—the kind that fill us with doubt when the Lord’s voice is muffled by life. It became transparent that my lifelong love of the Lord had been offered to Him conditionally.”

Continue reading Shirley’s story.

Coping with the Weight of Words and Invisible Illness (And What Actually Helps)

Coping with the Weight of Words and Invisible Illness (And What Actually Helps)

Words hold weight. If you live with a chronic illness or rare disease, you may have felt the lasting sting certain words can leave while also experiencing the undeniable hope offered through words when you’ve needed them most. Words can both hurt and heal while navigating an invisible illness.

What words help (and which ones don’t) for those with invisible illness? Read the post.

Discovering My Identity Through Brokenness

Discovering My Identity Through Brokenness

“I sat on the end of the emergency room bed, feet dangling, feeling like a wrung out washcloth. Before me, a doctor asked questions and took notes. I told him the truth, but I tried to avoid his eyes. How did this happen?

I never expected to be at Georgetown Hospital—the same place I’d delivered my daughter only weeks before—answering questions about whether I had thoughts of harming myself or my baby. It was the last place I wanted to be on that autumn night, especially as my husband held our beautiful daughter. But I knew this visit was necessary.”

Continue reading Shay’s story.