Sometimes in life, we fall down.

And it hurts.

I did that these past two weeks. I got wrapped up in old thought patterns that drug me down to a place that I didn't want to be in. It sucked the life out of me and hindered my ability to love and care for those around me.

And that really stinks.

Especially, when one of the main goals of the World Race is to make a positive difference in the lives of others.

But thanks be to God that he longs to be gracious to us (Is 30:18). When we are down in the muck and mire... even there God will meet us. He will rise up to show us compassion (Is 30:18).

Our struggles and our sin do not define us. Nor do they hinder the Lord. He is the mighty one who prevails. He draws us out. He lifts us up. He is a redeemer without rival.

So it is, that in the wake of mentally dark days, I can lift my head and say... "My Jesus lives and so do I. There is life and light for me. And I will keep walking forward with the lover of my soul."