In the past several months, many of my closest friends have found themselves in the darkest of circumstances, hopeless situations not only missing easy answers but void of answers altogether. I’ve listened to laments of marriage hurts that just won’t heal, unexplained seizures that keep shaking limbs and unsettling lives, rebellion that refuses to soften, diseases that resist all curing. Others face injustice, infertility, insanity. Impossible.

“All my friends are facing the worst possible scenarios,” I tell my husband. Exaggeration? Maybe. Hope? It’s painful.

How do I hope—how do they hope—when it seems all hope is lost.