That’s me, Abigail, panting through life. I’m a wife to my husband, Tom, and mom to five kiddos: Eliza, Seth, Elianna, Evangeline and Titus. Our youngest, Titus, has an abnormal brain. If that sounds vague to you, you can be assured it does to us too. We know enough to know that we must walk each day by faith. We don’t have a prognosis. We’re learning to trust God, learning the secret of contentment.
I write to point myself and others to the Savior, the Person found in the pages of the Word of God. In the world’s eyes, a stay-home mom with 5 kids, one a disabled little guy, has little to offer. And without Christ, that’s true. But God has chosen the weak things of this world. He regards the lowly. He gives grace to the humble. His Son came into the world with mooing and baaing alongside cries. So, in His estimation, I do not think a blog is too lowly a place to make desperate gestures that point my own soul and others to Jesus.
With Jesus, the weak are made glorious. This is good news.
I named the blog, “Hope and Stay” after a favorite old hymn, My Hope is Built on Nothing Less:
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.
On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.
His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.
He is my Hope and Stay.
My desire is that you would be encouraged in the Lord as you read. That your heart would be quickened to his Word. May He be glorified in this small weak corner of the universe.