Sometimes finding and hanging onto hope throughout the holidays is a daunting task, especially in the face of lingering doubt. I feel it strong this season. A kind of doubt that snuffs out hope as soon as the prayers leave my lips. And my heart is weary of crying out for God to move. This mountain grows with every word uttered toward the heavens. The faith that stands warrior-strong today yields to questions and doubts as tomorrow dawns. Is God really listening? Does He hear my heart cry? Why can't I hear Him in the midst of all this silence? When will this mountain give way? I wonder if all this hope I'm supposed to grab hold of is meant for someone else. If I've somehow missed out on the secret. If I'll forever be swimming upstream, and if faith is some empty formula Continue Reading