But the reality is there are circumstances in my life where I am struggling to remain hopeful. Things I have been praying about for years to no avail. Things I’m tired of declaring, tired of believing for, tired of being disappointed about. And I want to give up. But I can’t.

I don’t know if it’s the Holy Spirit, stubbornness or just a genuine belief in God’s faithfulness that drives me back to my knees to pray again, to believe again, to hope again. So I emerge once again with hope – a confident expectation that all of His promises concerning me and my children will be fulfilled. I always have hope.