If you asked me what one of my favorite things God gave me was, I would say hope.
I don't do tattoos, but if I did, it would simply be the word Hope, with a sunflower.
Hope is everything. Right?
About four months ago, I hit a low. Trauma Momma parenting caught up to me. Major depression, anxiety, panic attacks and PTSD symptoms became my norm. At the same time we were making decisions to bring chaos to order and safety to our family, resulting in our middle son being admitted to Psychiatric Residential Treatment.
At that time, it felt like hope was gone. I couldn't grasp it, because everything was so dark and heavy and scary. I struggled with defining reality vs. hope. I was looking for hope from the physicians, therapists and teachers, etc. I wanted them to assure me things will be okay.
We are adjusting to living day-to-day with our son living his somewhere else. The days for me aren't as dark as they were a few months ago. We are functioning as a family much better. But, we still ache for a child who himself can't seem to grasp hope.
As much as we hope and continue to pray for a miracle we get slapped with reality. Like Friday, the phone call advising of his choices that are so familiar yet unhealthy. It would be easy for hope to come and go based on circumstances. Except...
My hope is in Christ alone. He promised to never leave me. If he is with me always then my hope can't be gone.
On a recent visit with our son, my husband and I went to kill some time at the local mall. We had left him earlier that day thinking we might be seeing tiny steps of progress. So, when I saw this sign it seemed like it was there just for me.
Both of these signs hang on the walls of our home. As reminders.
We need hope, but we need to know where our hope is found.
Got hope? If not, I know where you can find it.
Happy Sunday y'all!
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