Wait, what?

Again?  Again and again I find myself at the bottom of my strength.  At the end of my rope.  The "last" straw.  Another kick.  When my strength is gone...that's when God is strongest.  He promises His grace will be sufficient.  And I must remind myself to put my all in His hands.  His big, capable, strong hands.  He is over all, in all, through all.  My fears, my lost hopes, my anxiety all get placed at the foot of the cross.  What's He doing with me?  I have no idea. 

Just trust.  Repeat that...just trust.