I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness, the taste of ashes, the poison I’ve swallowed. I remember it all—oh, how well I remember— the feeling of hitting the bottom. But there’s one other thing I remember, and remembering, I keep a grip on hope.
Lamentations 3:18-21 (MSG)
Anyone who’s gone through life-changing trials knows the feeling, hope. You hope daily that things will improve, that somehow things will turn around. But the farther you get from the initial circumstance, turning around is no longer an option and you have to face it head-on. Those are the times where your hope lies at the feet of Jesus. Only He can provide the way.