A little about me….
I am a country girl. I grew up playing in the woods, and playing outside until dark. I still love being outside.
I love to laugh.
My sarcastic edge comes out in my humor, and I REALLY need a sarcastic-dripping font when I’m texting my friends.
I am a wife who often makes my husband shake his head, even after more than 20 years of marriage. I am Mama to our 3 monkeys – Anderson, Maggie and Ellen.
I love our little family. We quote movie lines at random times. We laugh together, we get on each other’s nerves, we cry together, but most importantly, we love each other.
I throw things when I get mad. I eat when I’m stressed.
I love chocolate and coffee and any combination of. Even when I’m not stressed.
I love ’80’s music. I sing the wrong lyrics to songs – sometimes on purpose.
I love words. I believe God uses life-giving words to encourage us, strengthen us, and even change the course of our lives.
I love stories. I love hearing the stories in other people’s lives. Sharing our story takes great courage. Sharing our stories awakens the courage, compassion, and hope that is inside each one of us.
My story probably contains many of the same elements as yours – joy, sadness, betrayal, waiting, struggle, hurt.
During the difficult times, my first response is to build a cocoon around my heart to keep from feeling the hurt. Sometimes there is no script for what happens in life. There is no “Ten Ways to Survive Betrayal” or “Put Trauma Behind You In 3 Easy Steps”. Life is often messy, confusing, and unpredictable.
But in my heart of hearts, I want to walk through the difficult times without being hardened by them. I want to feel. It is only in feeling courage, compassion, and hope that I can extend it to those around me.
The Fight for Hope is a result of this balancing act of living in a broken world and keeping my heart tender. Through this blog I want to share my fight for hope with you. I want to point out the hope warriors in your life, and I want to help you see the hope warrior inside of you.
I believe we were made for hope, because we were created by the God of hope. I believe we crave hope and that we can find lasting hope when we base our hope in God.
…and my fight for hope
The Lord asked me to fight for hope back in 2000 and it took me 15 years to really understand what that meant. During those years, God developed my fighting-for-hope muscles through situations in my marriage, the heartbreak of an adoption that didn’t happen, my girls’ diagnosis of epilepsy, and seeing my own brokenness.
These things have been pivotal in teaching me how to fight for hope and in helping me recognize the quiet fierceness of the hope warrior inside me.
Once I knew what to look for, I began noticing the hope warriors in my life. I believe we are made for hope and I equally believe that we grow stronger by being in community with other hope warriors. Hope warriors are not people who have it all together. They are not people who give surface answers to the messiness of life. Hope warriors are people who know their own brokenness, who aren’t afraid of the brokenness they see in others. They are people who say “I am with you. You are not alone.”
If you are searching for hope, clinging to hope, or just leaning in the direction of hope, then you, my friend, are a Hope Warrior. You’ve come to the right place. A place where we can encourage each other as we fight for hope every day.
Beyond the Blog…
I’d love to connect with you. In the social media world, I’m on: Facebook https://www.facebook.com/erinulerichwriter/Instagram https://www.instagram.com/erin9844/ and