There are moments when life feels like a long, unending night. The kind of night where grief wraps around your chest like a vice, and betrayal leaves you questioning everything you thought was true. You whisper prayers into the silence, wondering if anyone hears.
But even in the deepest darkness, there is a flicker.
That flicker is hope.
Hope doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it’s a whisper. A verse. A memory. A sunrise. A friend who shows up. A scripture that reminds you:
“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” — Psalm 34:18
This blog is a space where we’ll talk about those flickers. About how despair doesn’t have the final word. About how Jesus—our big brother, our healer, our redeemer—walks with us through the valley and leads us to the mountaintop.
You are not alone. Your story matters. And this is just the beginning.
Would you like the next post to focus on “The King’s Daughter” or “Jesus My Big Brother”? I can help you build a series that flows beautifully.