Every time, every class, has been met with a difficulty no one can see, leading to a struggle that typically ended with me barely squeezing by and/or dropping classes. With all that, the enemy didnt really have to say much, other than to gently remind me of how hard life has been. Strangely enough, the enemy didnt remind me of each semester when I came to a point where I had absolutely no hope but in God, and somehow, in some way I indeed have been able to barely finish each class that I didnt drop.
Yep...It was incredibly discouraging. Yet as I went down the stairs in my new house, I still struggled to find God in the midst of this almost suicidal discouragement. Yet I did find God. I thanked God for my difficulties, for I know that in the midst of great opposition often God is doing the deepest, long-lasting work that can come only out of hopelessness and anguish of the soul.