I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness, the taste of ashes, the poison I’ve swallowed. I remember it all—oh, how well I remember— the feeling of hitting the bottom. But there’s one other thing I remember, and remembering, I keep a grip on hope. -Lamentations 3:19
As I was sitting over my newborn daughter in ICU, I prayed for a miracle.
I prayed that God would save her from imminent death and give her a new heart quickly.
I prayed for the donor family, that they would know the thankfulness of my heart for giving my daughter a new life in the moment of their grief.
I prayed for strength, and there were many times that I was so angry at God that I couldnt utter a prayer….(Read more at {in}courage.)
Thank you for this wonderful post on hope! Thank you for sharing your story. There is always hope… that is a comfort to me.
Heather,
Your website is amazing and you are a total inspiration. My prayers and positive thoughts are with you. I pray for the best possible outcome for you.
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