When Hope Walks In

Not too long ago, our little one celebrated her 5th birthday. It feels like just yesterday when her tiny hands clung to mine, and now she’s already racing through life with the energy of a hummingbird. Oh, how time has flown!

She couldn’t wait to turn 5. Every chance she got, she’d announce it to anyone who would listen. For her, crossing from toddlerhood into the big-kid world was like stepping into an enchanted kingdom.

But let me tell you, her excitement was nothing compared to mine.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: Parents don’t usually jump for joy when their little ones grow up. And you’re absolutely right—I wasn’t exactly thrilled about that part. My excitement was rooted in something far deeper, something that swelled in my chest like a song building to its crescendo.

You see, a year ago, on her birthday, I watched her smile through a screen. I wasn’t able to hold her, sing to her, or even taste a piece of her cake. My body was quarantined, and my heart was trapped in a storm of fear. I remembered looking at her photos and thought: What if I don’t live to see her next birthday? What if I never watch her grow?

That moment remains vivid, etched in my memory as though it happened yesterday. It was a bone-crushing, heart-wrenching, hope-shattering evening. On February 24th, 2024, at the tail end of my desperate questions to God, something miraculous happened.

Against medical advice, my thoughtful husband—like a hero from a movie—walked her through the quarantined hospital doors. His steps were deliberate, slow, as though choreographed for a dramatic finale. Behind them, the harsh hospital lights seemed to soften into a glowing aura. My little girl smiled the brightest smile I’ve ever seen, and called out with exciting playful cheer, “mamma!”(the name she calls me when she’s acting like a baby)- , and in that instant, time itself seemed to hold its breath.

But it wasn’t just the sight of them that brought me back to life—it was the message God delivered through them.

Through their presence, God whispered to me, “I see you. I’m still here. Hold on to hope.”

Isn’t that just like God though? He takes the unexpected—unusual circumstances, ordinary people—and uses them to remind us that He’s always near.

This morning, as I thought about a medical exam I must get done, anxiety crept into my heart again. I lay in bed and before my eyelids could even open, my mind cried out, “Lord, where are You?” And as swiftly as a beam of sunlight breaking through storm clouds, His answer came:

"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." (John 14:27)

That verse wrapped around me like a warm embrace, softening the edges of my fear. I was reminded that God’s peace isn’t like the world’s—it doesn’t flicker and fade. It’s like a steady river, flowing through the chaos, calming everything in its path.

So today, I’m holding on to that peace again. The same God who saw me through my darkest days is still speaking peace into my heart. And He’s ready to do the same for you.

Whatever you’re facing, don’t be afraid to cry out to Him. His peace is already waiting for you, constant and unshakable, like a lighthouse guiding you through the storm.

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