When Hope Is Hard to Grasp, Trust the God You Know
It was a late Wednesday afternoon in September. My husband, daughter, and I had left the hospital in Montana, where my mom was fighting for her life. At my parents’ house, my husband was cooking, and my daughter was outside playing and visiting the horses. My dad’s text came through: “Doctors just left, they said probably hours.” I kissed my husband and my daughter and immediately started the hour-long drive back to the hospital. Through sobs, I sang my way through most of Benjamin William Hastings‘ self-titled album. When I got there, I dried my eyes and walked into the hospital, loaded down with my dad’s guitar and his worship music binder. With more tears, my dad, little sister, and I worshiped […]
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