I encountered a story via a circuitous path… Reading one of my faves, The Lettered Cottage – a blog I enjoy (informative, whimsical, diy, inspiring) and then following the author on Instagram (new to me) which I’ve only been on for some weeks now.
This story reminds me of how very present God is, despite our blindness, and how often he reminds us of what he has done. One seemingly small example of this is my daughter’s middle name. Hope. I had no idea how much hope would be required until well after her arrival.
This story made me cry no less than four times. Enjoy and bring tissue. Hope Heals