Thirty three years had passed since my sons’ age 2 ½ and 13 months had been taken by their Dad. Years of praying for them to be restored, praying they would know this situation was not their fault and their mother loved them. At times my walk of faith was steady, when I would begin to sink, the word of God always spoke to my heart. This time it was different, I sunk lower than ever before, my thoughts telling me I was stupid to still believe that after so many years I would have my sons back. I became physically sick, coughing day and night, weakness in my body, despair in my heart. Interest in my class at church was gone, I just wanted to stay at home alone with my pain. The grace to go on seemed to be gone, but while I prayed from “Psalm 119:116 Uphold me according to thy word, that I may live, and let me not be ashamed of my hope.” by faith I received this word. I returned to church, and began to teach my class. Four months later a lady that had been praying for me came to class. As I told her about my sons, she said, “I work for an agency, we can find anyone.” The next morning she called with a phone number for my son Allen in California, that same day I spoke to both sons, as we talked I heard them say “Mom we always knew you loved us”. The Lord is faithful to watch His word to perform it He is the God of Hope.