I wrote this.
And I, finding it, am astounded by the grace of God. By seasons of Him. By the grace of being able to remember.
I've been looking for faith. Looking for hope, and finding nothing. Seriously, HOW many times do I have to go through this in my life before I no longer search in futility and just go straight to Him? Maybe it's because half the time I don't recognize that I'm looking for something to satisfy me.
He is faith.
He is hope.
He satisfies my hunger and thirst.
He is all.
Let all those other chips fall where they may.