Sasha Rabtsava

My Reason for Hope: God keeps His promises.

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This past season has stretched me in ways that I didn’t expect. I’ve experienced real loss, but also real love. I’ve cried harder than I have in years — and I’ve also laughed in ways that have surprised me. Through it all, what’s kept me grounded are the promises of God.

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There are verses that live in me like background music — steady and sure. “Fear not, for I am with you … I will strengthen you, I will help you” (Isaiah 41:10). That promise is on repeat in my mind, especially when life feels uncertain.

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Hope, for me, isn’t blind optimism. It’s confidence in the One who’s writing my story. It’s choosing to keep showing up to life with open hands, trusting that God is still at work — even when I can’t see the full picture yet.

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And more than anything, I carry this deep, joyful hope: this life isn’t the whole story. There’s more to come. A love that doesn’t break. A joy that doesn’t run out. A home that can’t be shaken.

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So I hold on to His promises. I live by them. Because in them, I find peace. I find joy. I find the courage to keep going — with expectancy, and yes, with a smile!