You've found yourself in a hard place. You are looking for a way out, a purpose, hope through this experience. You are not alone. Others are in hard places too. Others have been in your shoes and have come out the other side. Here are their stories of how they found The Rock in their hard place.
Hope for the Hard Holidays
Guest Post for Deeply Rooted Magazine By Kara Ranck
“It’s the most wonderful time of the year! There'll be much
mistltoeing, and hearts will be glowing when loved ones are near… ” proclaims
the famous Christmas song by Andy Williams. But are those words true of your
Stop for a minute and picture your favorite Christmas memory from
childhood. For many of us, our childhood memories of Christmas appear magical.
This was back before we understood that carols might be drowning out intense
adult conversations, or that twinkling lights blinded us to the angry looks
passed between relatives. Back before we knew the realities of life in a fallen
world with fallen people—even during “the most wonderful time of the year.”
We desperately long to go back to those magical memories, because
we know now holidays can be hard. Many of us try to replicate those past
enchanted celebrations for our own family and children, but end up feeling like
we fail simply because our image of the perfect holiday has already been
shattered... Read More at Deeply Rooted.
Kara Ranck lives with her husband, two preschoolers, and cows on their family dairy farm in Pennsylvania. Kara curates The Rock + a Hard Place, a collective site of essaysgiving testimonies of how God (the Rock) meets people in their hard places. You can follow on Instagram @therock.and.ahardplace or the blog at https://www.therockandahardplace.com
This site is a collection of real stories by real people about The Rock in their hard places.
It is curated and edited by Kara Ranck, who is a wife and mother of two children living in Pennsylvania. Kara herself has traveled some hard places in life and knows there is hope and power when we tell our personal stories about The Rock, which brings us through. Thank you for joining us here!
By Tiffany Miller I wish I could say I remember the exact song that was playing, what I was wearing, or even the date. Sadly I don’t remember any of those details about the day I heard God speak. I couldn’t hear audible words in my ears, but there was no denying what God was saying to my heart on that Sunday while worship music played around me. “I have adopted you as my own, and you are to do likewise for your next child.” My husband and I were blessed early in our marriage with two beautiful sons. I loved my pregnancies and adored seeing them grow from tiny newborns into personality-filled toddlers. Our boys were ages 4 and 2 at the time, and we had been discussing “when” we’d like to have a third baby, but that was the extent of the conversation. So when I told my husband what God firmly pressed on my heart later that night, he was clearly surprised. None of our families or close friends had adopted before, and we were (wrongly!) under the impression that adopting a c
By Christy Steiner “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.” Proverbs 3:5-6 There are some experiences in life you pray to God you NEVER have to go through again. May 6 th , 2014. My 4 year old daughter Isabella (Izzy) was playing with her brother when I heard her crying. I entered the room, picked her up, and attempted to console her. She was soothed for a time, but within the hour she presented with concussive-like symptoms: lethargy and vomiting. “Not again!” I thought. Not another “episode.” We monitored her all day and throughout the night, but in the early morning my husband woke me and said it was time to take her to the ER. She was not moving her right side and was minimally responsive. Little did we know this would be her worst “episode” yet. — Izzy was born a healthy baby, without complications . She was more uncoordinated than a typi
By Danielle Munoz PC: Unsplash I rested in the glow of the Christmas tree with my newborn son, my heart close to bursting. A week ago he arrived, adding even more delight to the Advent season. Yet even in that joy I couldn’t shake the growing unease over my daughter. As my baby boy strongly kicked and cooed, she appeared to be slowly deteriorating before my eyes. First, a bloody nose. Random bleeding gums. Then bruises—one, two, three, and several more popping up in unusual places. These can’t be from her usual clumsiness, can they? Despite these warning signs, she remained the ever-bubbly, bright, outgoing toddler, quieting my doubts. But at one point, as I spotted another concerning bruise, a word rushed into my mind seemingly out of nowhere— leukemia. I knew next to nothing about its symptoms, but God in his grace was preparing me. Days later, when the church nursery said she uncharacteristically laid down too tired to play and a low fever creeped up,