What do you do on those days where hope seems to have entirely disappeared from existence and nothing seems remotely encouraging? I know the typical answer is “turn it to Jesus” or “run to God” or something else of that effect, but to agree with a sermon that I listened to recently, cliches don’t cut it. Those phrases don’t make my hope come flying back and make the space around me seem lighter and fuller. Maybe there is no cure all or quick fix it answer. In all reality, I bet you there isn’t one, nor will there ever be one. I hate that these moments come. I hate that they seem to come more often than I expect.