How My Journey Started

**Please note:  I am slowly going to construct this page and give an overview of how our lives changed so dramatically on the morning of December 14, 2011.  Once the page is completely finished, I will let everyone know.  Until then you can check back periodically to continue to see what I've been able to add!  Thank you for your continued loving support, caring hearts and coveted prayers for our precious girlie and our family!  You are so loved, dear ones!!!

Let me introduce you to Hope before December 14, 2011:  Hope was a happy healthy 9 year old little girl, full of life and creativity and lots of personality!  She was funny and witty just like her daddy. . . she loved animals. . . she loved smaller children, especially babies, and was so great with them.  Hope loved her little sister, Gabriella, and Gabi looked up to her big sister and tried to copy everything she did!  They were the best of buddies. . . had been since the day our precious Gabi joined our family and Hope considered Gabi her personal live dolly!  Hope loved her family!  There was nothing that Hope loved more than being with family, including her extended family!  She was an affectionate little girl, full of hugs and kisses!  Hope was also gifted athletically and was a strong swimmer and gymnast, and had just started basketball, which she loved, and was waiting to take a crack at soccer!  She was always coming up with some new "stunt" to show us on her bicycle!  Hope was also smart and a great student!  And probably one of my favorites was Hope's great musical talents that God had given her. . . she was doing well learning to play both the piano and guitar, and she was a beautiful little singer who was often heard singing away.  She even had started to write her own songs. . . some worship songs out of her love for the Lord, and some totally hilarious fun songs out of her great sense of humor. . . and these often involved some sort of entertaining dance routine, as well!  Her creativity was seen in the plethera of pictures and doodles she was constantly drawing, the crafts she was always making, and the stories she would write any time she got ahold of paper and a pen!  It may sound like I'm painting her to have been a "perfect" child. . . far from it. . . she was also stubborn, bossy, and competitive just like both her parents!  She was a big tease just like her daddy!  She had a temper like her mommy!  And as a toddler. . . whew! did Trevor and I ever have a time with her!  But I think that's part of what made her so very very precious to us. . . and my favourite thing to share about Hope. . . it was the work that the Lord was doing in her life and the changes He was effecting on her heart. . . she was growing in her love and trust of the Lord, and this was most precious to us as her parents that had poured God's Word and instruction into her life for many years, and prayed and prayed for her!  To see God at work in your child's heart. . . there is truly nothing more beautiful!!!





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On December 14, 2011 we woke up to find Hope unresponsive possibly as a result of complications following a routine tonsillectomy two days previously.  The exact cause of her respiratory and cardiac arrest are still unknown.  Here are three videos which give will give you a glimpse into how Hope's journey started, while I continue to work on constructing this page.  As we look back and remember the difficult days that Hope went through, we praise God for his guiding hand through this journey, for His new mercies each and every day.

"I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall.  I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me.  Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope:

Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.  They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him."  

Lamentations 3:19-24










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