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When my baby sister was born hydrocephalic a desperate hope took up residence in our hearts. At first, it was a wordless hope that cried out to God for a miracle—a wordless hope that sometimes found its voice in secret prayer as we wept and begged and pleaded with God for healing. A hope that sometimes found its voice during family devotions when we held hands and agreed as one while Daddy prayed. A hope that was sometimes so painful we couldn’t speak. It just caught in our throats and felt like a heaviness in our stomachs, a heaviness that never went away.
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him…”
— Romans 15:13 (NIV)
Lord, help us to never lose hope. Amen.