It’s late, but the story isn’t over.

It’s late.

I’m exhausted.

I’m burnt out.

I’m weary.

I just want to give up on everything.

I’ve given what feels like my all, and the well has run dry.

I’m ready for Jesus to come back so I don’t have to feel s.i.c.k. when I see the news.

I’m over it.

I am just DONE.

But God isn’t.

Yeah, it’s late. I’m done, you’re done.

But guess what, we’ve got Jesus.

And that’s all we need.

And good news is that ^ is the best hope I could hope for.