hope fulfilled heals the despair of the past
On this day last year, my family’s eleven year story with the Coors Light Drinker ended. I got my mom back, and she got her grandkids. All my eleven years of hopes, they were not in vain.
I wanted so badly to tell you more of the story, but it just wasn’t working. There’s thousands of things to say, and one post can’t possibly work it like I want it to. Maybe you’ll get all the juicy details in my book (that doesn’t exist right now).
Two days after weeping over lost hopes, I found hope, all over again, and there was a God who heard.