Sometimes, I feel hopeless.  Sometimes, I think we’ve made a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in a place we were never intended to be.  Sometimes, disillusionment causes me to be tempted by apathy and retreat.

That’s how I was feeling this morning.  I sat down with my Bible with what could hardly be described as a heart of expectation.  But God is faithful to me.  When my gaze falls and my heart fails, He answers my cry.  When I choose to not believe His goodness, He goes out of His way to convince me again.

As I read my “scheduled” chapters for today…a story I’ve read dozens of times and which I was sure contained nothing to bring hope in this moment…He lifted my eyes up to Him.  He reminded me that He is holding my life in His hands, and that He works everything for my good, even when I can’t see how.

I’ve gotten this same reminder from Him countless times before.  I sometimes feel like I’ve reached the limit of His patience when it comes to how easily my faith falters, yet He remains always gentle, always kind, always understanding.  I am so undeserving of His love.  But I am so thankful.