Before the world ever heard her son's name, Hannah's cries reached heaven first. Her story didn't begin with a miracle—it began with a silent, sacred battle no one else could fight. Hannah, barren and broken, stood year after year in the shadows of silence, aching for what only God could give. Her story is not just one of answered prayer—it is a portrait of deep surrender, radical faith, and worship in the waiting. What looked like barrenness in the natural realm was actually a battleground in the spiritual realm. Hannah wasn't just pleading—she was warring in prayer, contending for breakthrough in a realm unseen. As the first entry in the Waiting with Hope series, Hannah shows us that holy hope is often born in deep groaning. Her tears were not wasted—but instead, they watered the soil of purpose. And her wait? It made room for something far greater than herself. This is where the series begins: in a temple, with a woman who prayed… and who refused to stop hoping.