It's one of those seasons of life, for me, when the path is lonely and leads always, unyieldingly uphill. The path is so narrow it seems to impose itself upon me, offering no choice of direction. And when I think I've reached the steepest part, I struggle over, to find yet one more summit steeper still. Sometimes, the way just seems impossible. Sometimes, I just feel stuck. But I know that God still leads, and I know that these are times of strengthening. I've been told, quite often, that I am strong, but truth be told, I am tired of striving to be strong. Sometimes, I just want to rest.
God is good, and somehow, we'll make it through.