I ve got to believe there are new beginnings. As I sit here writing, I hear the whisper...no more like a breath that is trying to breathe life into my tired, fallen, stubborn, sore, confused person.

I believe. Help my unbelief. I believe You have been trying to tell that it isn't over. That you haven't written me off the books, that there is still something that I can bring to you and give to you and share of You even in my disgraced state.

Actually, I can,t use the word dis - graced. Because I can never leave a state of grace because that would be denying Yourself. You are faithful, even when we are faithless.

So - single mom at 44 - it is not over.