Something turned yesterday. I was in the car, and I prayed, "God, you've got to give me something. I need to hear YOUR voice. Not someone telling me about you, but YOU." And I did. (No, nothing booming. I just heard that still, small voice and knew.)
And so it is. A bit of hope. A bit of light, a bit of faith restored.
We are afflicted in every way, but not constrained; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying about in the body the dying of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our body.
2 Corinth. 4: 8-10