Published by Deborah Negron
June 18, 2013
18 And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the Lord: 19 Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall. 20 My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me. 21 This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. 22 It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. 23 They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. 24 The Lord is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him. 25 The Lord is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him. 26 It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the Lord.
I began reading and found myself in Obadiah. I shook my head and felt…
I feel like the troubles of these days are some type of correction or perhaps some lesson I have yet to learn. Then I sought more…I came to Lamentations 3.
Ther in the midst of what appeared to be another chapter of doom I found these encouraging words. “His compassions they fail not.” How sweet is God’s word.
Psalm 119 verse 105 says it is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path.
There I was feeling so bogged down by the issues of this present time and there you came Lord woth words of hope. As if you were that very moment reading my feelings, my brokenness and sorrow and allowed me to read what I was feeling…despair, fear of the unknown, feelings of being alone and desolate. But then you reminded me that weeping may endure for a night but your joy does come in the morning.
I will trust in you. Mine eyes cannot predict what is still to come. They falter because thye are made of flesh. Allow my spiritual eyes to see your glory. Allow my faith to be increased that I may believ you.
Faor faith is the substance of things hoped for…let me have my hope in you lord. This I pray, Amen.