sixty eight.

there is a chance that nothing pains the heart so much as inadequacy. the feeling that despite your best intentions, your highest hopes, your hardest efforts, you stumble, you fall, you give up, and are defeated. how do we see grace when we feel such shame, that the only place we seem capable of looking is down?

hope is found in people. in stories in which God reaches to the least and pulls out the greats - did david not fall? did peter not doubt? but i know the end of their stories, i know what great things they did and the inspiration they've brought to others. i can't see the end of my story. all i can see right now is that which surrounds me, which i cannot seem to recognize right now.