She Does Not Hope Alone
HOPE came to me during our eighth year of infertility. It was a gift from a friend whose story of infertility continues. I wore the simple bracelet most days until the end of my second trimester. My soul felt restored to hope, and HOPE returned to the little gift bag.
Now, almost a year later a friend is in her second trimester of an absolutely miracle pregnancy. And her husband's cancer has returned with a vengeance.
Insurance has denied further radiation treatment. So, one life grows; one life fades.
And my friend clings to HOPE. I could not give her the promise that God would heal her husband.
But I could stand and hope with her. She wears HOPE and knows that she does not hope alone.