30/07/2026
I named this page Mother of Hope before I knew I'd need her this much.
Funny how God does that sometimes.
Here's where I actually am: post-op, healing, cancer still technically active in the sense that treatment isn't finished, adjuvant therapy ahead of me, no guarantees written anywhere. If I'm honest, "hope" some days feels like a stretch.
But I've learned hope was never a promise that things turn out the way we want. Hope is trusting that Someone bigger than the outcome is holding it. That whatever happens, I'm not facing it unaccompanied.
Mary is called Mother of Hope not because she guaranteed Jesus's suffering would be painless. She didn't get that. She got faith that God was still God, even at the foot of a Cross that looked like the end of everything.
That's the hope I'm holding onto through this diagnosis. Not "it will definitely be fine." But "I am not alone in whether it's fine or not."
If you're fighting something right now β cancer, illness, grief, fear of what's next β borrow this hope with me. It's big enough for both of us.
Prayer:
Mary, Mother of Hope,
I don't know how my story ends.
I don't know what the next scan will say,
what the treatment will cost me,
or how many more hard days are ahead.
But I know you.
And I know you never left your Son's side,
even when hope looked impossible.
Stay by mine too.
Give me hope that isn't naive β
that doesn't pretend this is easy β
but that trusts God is still writing this story,
even the parts I can't see yet.
For everyone reading this who is also afraid:
be their Mother of Hope too.
Amen.
Comment HOPE β let's carry each other's fights, one prayer at a time.