I’ve been down a lot lately.
This is not a sympathy bid, because it is frankly embarrassing to me that I can’t seem to shake the urge to mope about some of my circumstances. I should be able to find hope in Him. I spend hours in scripture looking for that verse that will help. I spend time in prayer, though not as much as I should. I know, intellectually, that I should have joy, hope and peace, holding tight to the promises of God. I know that. I do.
I struggle anyway.
More often than not, my inspiration is a little more tangible, a little closer to home.
This is what inspiration looks like to me: Continue reading