I've had a number of disappointments of late - major and much wanted changes that just haven't worked out. Things have started to get on top of me a bit. I've started to feel really, really tired. Nothing feels inspiring. I don't feel hopeful. I can't be bothered. I wallow in this for a while. I pray that things will get better.
And slowly, they do. Because I don't live this life alone and am not even able to draw breath of my own accord. Because I have a tender, loving and wonderful Father who takes care of me. Who knows me intimately and sends me consolation when I feel so awful.
As things start to improve the feeling of hope returns. Because, as long as we have faith we are never without hope. It really does spring eternal, because God is eternal and even when we give up on ourselves He will never, ever give up on us.