Sometimes you feel like you are drenched through but the rain just keeps coming. You want to hide in your bedroom and cry but the children need breakfast, and the house needs cleaning and the bills need paying. And the promises of God seems so far away in the midst of the mess and the storm.
You doubt yourself, and (if you’re honest) you doubt God and it all seems confusing and hard.
Everyone wants to give up sometimes…but the magic happens when you don’t.
Sometimes the sacred gets lost in the mundane and we forget who we are….who’s we are. Fear seems so big because it stomps it’s feet and in wishing we were more we forget that He is enough.