Inspiration...whatever.

Stories of how people struggled out of despair into Hope in God just depress me. I know, I know, they're supposed to be inspiring, but I never have found them to be. They just tell me "look how sucky a Christian YOU are, YOU can't even believe enough to find hope, nyah. THESE people had it WAY worse than you. David lived in a cave! He ate rocks and bugs - and he liked it." (I always envision that last bit in one of those old-guy wheezy voices. *snicker* )
And then I think, "Yeah, my faith and hope in God really isn't there, is it. Obviously, because I'm still all depressed and gloomy and stuff." Well, aren't I just the Unique little snowflake. Yep, that black one over there that nobody wants to see, because it's icky and dirty and stuff.

Yeah, that's what those do to me.

Hoping in God...it's so hard, some days.

"On Christ the solid rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand."

Please come rescue me, God, because even standing on the Rock I can see that those waves are getting really high...and the tide's coming in.

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