On September 11th, 2018, one year ago today, I saw my husband, Chase, for the very last time. He walked out the front door, expecting to be home in a day or two. Instead, that night, he met Jesus face to face.

My mind cannot comprehend that it’s truly been a full year since I’ve seen him, hugged him, heard him. Each month that’s passed has been a reminder that we’re still here, living, moving forward. But coming back to the date he passed, making a full circle… it’s hard to grasp.

There are so many things I’ve learned this year – The depths of sorrow, the foundation of true Peace, grace, compassion, rest. But if there’s one thing I can say I’ve come to know, it’s that I have a Living Hope. I’m doubtful I would have survived this first year without God, my ultimate comfort and peace.

I intend to share my journey here. Where God has taken me since last year, and wherever He leads me from here. That I can proclaim there’s Hope in the hurting. A Living Hope.

How great the chasm that lay between us
How high the mountain I could not climb
In desperation, I turned to heaven
And spoke Your name into the night
Then through the darkness, Your loving-kindness
Tore through the shadows of my soul
The work is finished, the end is written
Jesus Christ, my living hope

— “Living Hope” by Phil Wickham.