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.
Have you ever felt completely alone in your misery, that God is very far from you, leaving you to wallow in a pit of despair, left to wonder how long will this last? My God, why have you forsaken me?
