I learned how to live with grief like a guest that wouldn’t leave. Just before the ninth anniversary of Nicholas’s death, when I was reliving the days leading up to the horrific event, expecting a different outcome that never came, God performed a Christmas miracle and Living Hope was born.
It was easy to be hope-filled as long as everything was going well. Then God allowed me to see what pain really felt like. My story is a tragic love story where the end is written but not yet realized as Living Hope is waiting to be born.
I walked into a department store this afternoon to see a plaque that proudly proclaimed, “It’s the most wonderful time of the year!”
While that is true for many, it’s not so true for those who are grieving.
