We Struggle...

We struggle and we struggle, and we fight and we fight. We wrestle with God, and with ourselves, and with each other. And then there comes a point where we reach the end of ourselves, and all the fight goes out of us, and we feel drained and empty and we wonder what's left, and then we realize that in the end, all we needed all along was to give it back to God. To trust in His promises, to remember that He works everything for our good. And still, even resting in those assurances, we want nothing more than to fight it, than to struggle to make things turn out the way we feel they should, no matter how hard we tell ourselves we have to stop fighting, but we continue. And so it goes on and on and on....Does it ever end?