Drenched in the weight of poverty and despair of my clients, today I came home and felt weak. I felt weak to the fact that I cannot change it today, maybe not tomorrow, and maybe not years from now. I felt like my day was spent constantly battling against the forces of hopelessness that rage in the days of those I try to serve. It was one of those days that I felt like I was moving full force and doing so many things, but getting no where--like in slow motion scene of a movie.

And at the end of this day, I have to come back and thank God for it. I thank God that he is willing to entrust me with the battle for hope with each of my clients. I thank God that I do not need to lean on my own strength and understanding. I thank God that I am so weak...so that he can be strong. It's difficult...it's hard...and sometimes I question why God led me to this place, but ultimately I will choose to Trust, even when I cannot see.

I don't have every answer in life
But I'm trusting You one day at a time
'Cause You can make a weak heart stay alive forever
this is where Heaven and Earth collide
I lift my hands and give my life
This is how my weary heart stays alive

Tonight these words from Sanctus Real pummeled me. The only way I will make it...the only way I can move forward is to life my hands and trust God with this life. I can't give up hope, that he is up to something bigger than me.