A Story of Hope • Sam Re
Sam’s story doesn’t end in that place of “not yet,” in that long pause between what was and what will be. Because there is hope. There is always hope.
Sam’s story doesn’t end in that place of “not yet,” in that long pause between what was and what will be. Because there is hope. There is always hope.
Somewhere along this rocky, twisting, unwanted adventure of chronic illness comes a place of wrestling with God, with self, with letting go. But it’s OK. Because spring is almost here, hope watered in tears, ready to push through the grief, and burst into light.
This was going to be a hurt I couldn't kiss and make better. While you can't call the child's illness good, you can choose to look for God's provisions.
At age 37, rheumatoid arthritis invaded my body. Now I was now parenting on my back, dependent on daughters to care for me.