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What does trust look like when nothing is resolved? A reflection on continuing forward, holding on to hope, and resting in who God is.

In the desert place of silence and waiting, a weary heart remembers where the water is; and finds strength to stand again.

There are seasons when you keep going back to look for any sign that what you believed God said is coming to pass, only to find that nothing has changed. How do you keep hoping when disappointment and expectation exist side by side?