One Sunday morning I was thinking that I need a hug from God. Sometimes I feel like giving up...I feel like I want to even stop trying anymore. I feel weak and defeated..like nothing will ever change. It becomes hard to fight and I just want to join the ranks of the oblivious worldy lost - to slip into the numbness of a seared conscience. Yet as I write this I find myself averse to the thought of it. "perish the thought!" HOPE is what keeps me alive. I am weak, but He is strong. Hold me Oh Lord, please just let me hide in You - bring me peace and encouragement. Truely nothing else can satisfy, nothing , nothing, nothing else.
