26 February 2013

to the soul who seeks Him

Indian sunrise with flower
{image credit: puss in boots}

I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of his wrath;
he has driven and brought me into darkness without any light;
surely against me he turns his hand again and again the whole day long.

He has made my flesh and my skin waste away . . .
he has besieged and enveloped me with bitterness and tribulation;
he has made me dwell in darkness like the dead of long ago.

He has walled me about so that I cannot escape; he has made my chains heavy;
though I call and cry for help, he shuts out my prayer . . .

My soul is bereft of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is;
so I say, “My endurance has perished; so has my hope from the Lord.”

Remember my affliction and my wanderings, the wormwood and the gall!
My soul continually remembers it and is bowed down within me.
But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope:

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.”

The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him.
It is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord . . .

For the Lord will not cast off forever,
but, though he cause grief, he will have compassion
according to the abundance of his steadfast love.

-from Lamentations 3



2 comments:

  1. Great is His faithfulness, Rebekah.

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  2. Wow. This was a beautiful reminder of a beautiful passage. Thank you!

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