Holding Onto Hope

I’ve been fighting (and failing) to hold onto hope for a little while now. But my heart has finally found it—in remembering grace, as it actually is.

I’ve found myself using the phrase “too much” on repeat. “This is all too much. Everyone’s needs are too much. The stress & heartache is too much. There’s too much to do, too much to carry. Too much.”

I wanted to help you understand, so I wrote out a list of everything that’s gone down in our family over the past couple of weeks. But I deleted the list.

The list—on its own, out of context—*is* “too much.” It’s heart wrenching & stressful & confusing & worrisome & exhausting & straight-up-hard.

And. It’s a list of things we’ve been called to that we have specific, supernatural, sustaining grace to walk through.

But I’ve expected grace to feel floating. If God is carrying me, then surely, it shouldn’t feel hard?? His grace is sufficient, but that doesn’t mean it’s comfortable.

Sometimes grace feels like you can’t keep going and finding yourself kept.

Sometimes grace feels like you can’t hold it all together and finding yourself held.

Sometimes grace feels like it’s all “too much” and finding that nothing is too much for Him.

I believe that God can deliver & heal & transform every corner of our lives, and I pray He does. But what I believe most of all is that the grace of God will carry us through everything He’s called us to.