No matter how much I try, I can't get out of the this rut. It is like trying climb out of a hole, grasping hand fulls of loose dirt, and hearing pebbles and rocks fall behind you. Swimming the dirt waterfall.
As long as there is breath, there is hope. Our hope is in Jesus Christ. Better to eat a dirt sandwich now and a feast in eternity, than treasure here and an eternity of separation from God.