His Mercies
Never Come To An End
The thought of my affliction and my
homelessness is wormwood and gall! My soul continually thinks of 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 that seeks him. It is good that one should wait quietly for
the salvation of the LORD. It is good for one to bear the yoke in youth,…
Burying our feelings about someone who
has died does not help, but prayerful grieving can. Learning to lament can give
us a fresh vision of hope and begin the process of healing and restoration.
Grief is
itself a medicine.
Our Daily
Bread – December 18, 2006