I'll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness, the taste of ashes, the poison I've swallowed. I remember it all—oh, how well I remember— the feeling of hitting the bottom. But there's one other thing I remember, and remembering, I keep a grip on hope: God's loyal love couldn't have run out, his merciful love couldn't have dried up. They're created new every morning. How great your faithfulness! I'm sticking with God (I say it over and over). He's all I've got left. (Lamentations 3:19-24) I believe in Him who breathes life into the dead. He who breathes spring into the freezing winter. He who takes and breaks and molds and makes new.. the Potter, the Director, the Creator. Even when I am crushed to the bottom of the valley, I know I can still look up to Him, hold on to His Words, and call on the Name that is above it all.. Jesus.