It Might Be Hope
It might be hope. That’s the title of one of my favorite songs by Christian artist Sara Groves. During the 2008 recession, I was struggling. My husband had just lost his job with no other opportunities in sight. I didn’t know what we were going to do. And then there were the other things going on that put me and my family in the eye of a perfect storm. At that time, I was a stay-at-home mom with two school-age children. Though they were getting older, Christmas was still their favorite time of year. We lived on a street that went all out for Christmas— decorating every nook and cranny with lights, fake snow, and blow-up snow globes. Everything looked joyful and perfect on the outside of our house; but like my life, the inside looked drab and drear. I stopped talking to God. I had never done that before, but I was wounded in ways I didn’t even understand at the time. Why had God moved us all the way from Tennessee to California just a few years earlier? Now my husband was going to be unemployed soon after Christmas. We left everything for this? I trudged out to