How Did WHIR begin?

When Hope is Real began as a cry from my heart in the darkness of real pain. As we walk a road of suffering with our little boy, the promise of the gospel and truths of who God is are my sustenance. I had pain before my son’s condition began. The abrupt & traumatic change in Judah’s health has stirred a deep passion in me for all who face the heartbreak & disappointment this life brings. As I navigate this journey of sorrow and joy, I’m continually prompted to share how God faithfully meets us in our pain and provides all that we need to live well.

In conversation with my husband one evening about God’s miraculous provision (not only materially, but in countless unseen ways) in our situation, these “When Hope is Real” statements flooded my mind. You see, hope is only as good as the promise it is tied to. If our hope is in anything other than the truth of God, it will run dry. When we have found our security in family, finances, friends or anything else, we are set up for disappointment. The amazing thing about OUR hope in Christ is that it cannot run dry. Even when it feels like it might, God supernaturally intervenes and our movement forward continues as we believe what He says.

This space is a haven for friends needing real hope now. Our lives are full of disappointing circumstances we wouldn’t choose. You will find authentic encouragement full of truth and eternal perspective for life’s disorienting, sucker punches here. This is a safe place to begin processing pain and watching what can happen… When HOPE is REAL.

WHIR’s message is this… When Hope Is Real, we live, we breath, we TAKE joy. When Hope is REAL, I live a life of FREEDOM before you and we embrace a life of victory in Christ together. The enemy comes to destroy our life, kill our breath and steal our joy. Christ came that we might have life abundantly, even in our most broken spaces. (John 10:10) In spite of all the pain of these experiences, we move forward, believing one truth at a time, TOGETHER. We are never without hope.

Cheering you on always,

Kendra