I think Jesus must have been overwhelmed at the cross. If you've seen The Passion of the Christ, then you have a small idea of what it must have been like. I watched it last night and was reminded anew of how suffering was heaped upon his shoulders, one thing after another. And yet - He overcame. And because He overcame, I have hope. Hope that my funk will not last forever. Hope that there is another baby for our family. Hope that Josh will turn out all right in the end. Hope that for all of my striving and strain, there is peace on the other side.
In Christ alone my hope is found. He is risen!