A bit of hope

Most of my praying and pondering lately has been done in my car - not too surprising, as I commute every day this way.  My faith has been quite weak of late, and I've been really angry.  I've been listening to Christian music quite frequently.  It helps, but it has become...not enough.

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