What happens when optimism fizzles like flat soda?
When encouragement coos turn into resigning buzzes?
When prayers for your ache to end seem to cease altogether?
When conversations are shaded with sympathy for something that hasn’t died?
What happens when the one who was always in your corner doesn’t believe anymore?
Should I join the mourning?
Throw in the towel?
Should I mask the pain?
Soak my responses in simple syrup to ease awkward askers?
Or should I continue to believe for myself?
Yes, I think I’ll do just that.
Tuning out the world and tuning in God is the greatest choice.
“This happened because Abraham believed in the God who brings the dead back to life and who creates new things out of nothing. Even when there was no reason for hope, Abraham kept hoping—believing that he would become the father of many nations. For God had said to him, “That’s how many descendants you will have!” And Abraham’s faith did not weaken, even though, at about 100 years of age, he figured his body was as good as dead—and so was Sarah’s womb. Abraham never wavered in believing God’s promise. In fact, his faith grew stronger, and in this he brought glory to God. He was fully convinced that God is able to do whatever He promises.