Faith

But This I Call to Mind

… bereft of peace, bereft of peace …
There is so much overwhelming my heart right now; so much heartache and pain everywhere, I can feel my body absorbing it like a steam room. the earthquake in Haiti leaving many dead, wounded, homeless, scared and without hope; concern for my friends on the ground attempting to meet these needs; a program cut at work causing many of my friends to lose their jobs; under-funded programs struggling to meet overwhelming needs; coworkers demoted and weary; my brother’s state-funded salary cut in half because the State is broke and doesn’t seem to place much value on this important job that not only requires huge skill and heart but whose impact on the lives of children and families is beyond measurement; family and friends with chronic health problems that only stump doctors; painful wounds from the past that keep surfacing in those seeking wise counsel (and me with none to give); believers caught in the meaningless search for “what works” rather then being led by true truth (as Schaeffer would put it), even my own disappointments of an awful 2009 that continue to run into 2010 … it goes on and on. Injustice, heartache, fear, pain, disappointment …

… but this I call to mind … this I call to mind …

Why do I respond to all of this as though I am god-less? As though there was not a God whose heart breaks for a rebellious world; a God on the throne who sees, hears and knows. I know the value of lessons learned through heartache, yet I want to spare those I love from any. I want to fix it, make it better – what is this? Do I think I am wiser or more loving than God? Blasphemy. There is only one – steadfast, loving, merciful and faithful. Turn to Him, replace the flood of anxious thoughts with this …

… therefore I have hope … therefore I have hope …
Hope in who He is, what He has promised and what He has done. Hope that the battle has already been won and the work of making all things new begun. Hope in this redemption that is sure.

So I grieve our pain, I fall on my face in prayer, I point them and myself to the only balm that heals these wounds and the only One with both the power and goodness to meet us in it and I repent of my wrong demands that any of us deserve anything different in a fallen world or I should have the authority and power to fix it. I hope in Him … my portion & very great reward.

“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.” 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.” Lamentations 3:17-24

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