But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: the steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is thy faithfulness. "The Lord is my portion," says my soul, "therefore I will hope in Him." The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the soul that seeks Him.
Walking through the house, I called out for my mom. I was carrying a heavy load of personal hurt that was growing increasingly painful, and I was hoping for a little magical-motherly-advice on what I should do about it.
Slipping into the bathroom of our single-wide mobile home on the orphanage property, I pulled the thin plastic door closed behind me. I was barely holding myself together and, not wanting to alarm anyone else by my internal battle becoming an external display of tears, I sought out the only place that had some measure of privacy. I fell to my knees and pressed my eyes tightly shut.&
It seemed like just another typical day at the start of my spring semester of Bible college as I navigated the main hall on my way to class. A few yards ahead of me I spotted a small group of guys huddled together and laughing boisterously about something, and there at the center of the pack was the most popular guy on campus.