I was chewing on my own faith this past week and getting stuck on some of Jesus’ words like dry bread in the back of my throat. It was a particularly hard tenet to swallow:
Oftentimes, feelings of powerlessness come over me after I've faced circumstances armed and animated with all I've got and nothing's budged. Powerlessness begets hopelessness, or does hopelessness beget powerlessness? (This might just be a chicken-and-egg argument.)
"It shouldn't be this hard", I think to myself. - Finding God's Promises in the Midst of Ankle-Breakers: disappointing circumstances, trials, pain, other peoples' changing opinions