I don’t know about you, but I often feel like my life is going nowhere.
Sometimes I have wonderful, meaningful days. Days that fill me with hope and a sense of purpose. Days that make me happy to be alive.
And then, sometimes—more often than I’d like or would care to admit—I have days that feel empty and lifeless. Days that make me question myself and—let’s be honest here—make me question God.
Every time I climb out of one of these ruts, I hope it’ll be the last time. I look forward to living a content, happy, meaningful life all my days.
But then, a few weeks later, I find myself in the pits again.