It's been a no-good, terrible, awful day. And I really mean that. Stuff that you think would never happen...happened. And my heart is full and hurting and mournful... The day has been filled with the type of topics that I cannot blog, really, and it is the type of heaviness that makes it too hard to do so.
BUT...God has not changed. His Truth has not shifted. His goodness stands. His mercy is certain. And His grace...oh His grace is mine, so undeservedly mine.
I was struggling before today even began--you shoulda heard my prayer conversation last night (!)--and the dawn didn't make things any better. But I have hung my everything on the hook of God Himself, and His nature flows over me, blessing me even when I am hurt, lost, deceived, selfish, or grieved. I do not understand such kindnesses, but even in the midst of a no-good, terrible, awful day, I am thankful.
I have been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what prosperity is.
So I say, "My splendor is gone and all that I had hoped from the LORD."
I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall.
I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me.
Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope:
Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him."
The LORD is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him;
It is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the LORD.
It is good for a man to bear the yoke while he is young.
Let him sit alone in silence, for the LORD has laid it on him.
Let him bury his face in the dust—there may yet be hope.
Let him offer his cheek to one who would strike him, and let him be filled with disgrace.
For men are not cast off by the Lord forever.
Though he brings grief, he will show compassion, so great is his unfailing love.