Desperately Dependent

It’s 9:03 p.m. and there’s nothing in me that wants to write this blog post today.

But when a woman (who so desperately wants to stop quitting) becomes desperately dependent upon the process, you can’t quit. So here I sit, clicking away.

This week has been incredibly trying. I have felt opposition in every area of my life. But yesterday, as I saw so many of you join in the #restorehope post, my hope was literally restored.

Because it reminded me that there are still good, grateful, hopeful souls in this generation. People who desperately want to see the power of God lived out in their lives. I love you people.

I’m glad to see this week come to an end. But I’m also grateful for these lessons. The hard days, the trying days, the days we want to give up our dreams… they are there. They are plenty.

But perhaps these are the greatest places our hope is restored …

Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us. –Hebrews 12:1