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 am a thief. I shoplifted multiple times from a department store when I was in Jr High. And I never got caught. Even though, I didn’t feel good about it, I wasn’t ready to plead for God’s mercy.
Are there people so evil I do not even want God to save them? Is it okay if I hate them? After all the wickedness they have done, they do not deserve God’s grace.
When we followed the ambulance carrying Nicholas to the Emergency Room, we had hope that he would be revived. Even though it did not look promising, we prayed for a miracle. We were hanging on, asking God to work through the ER staff and save our child. What was the basis of our Hope?
