‘You will be confident, because there is hope. You will look carefully about and lie down in safety. You will lie down without fear, and many will seek your favor. But the sight of the wicked will fail. Their way of escape will be cut off, and their only hope is their last breath.'( ‭Job‬ ‭11‬:‭18-20‬ HCSB)

Hello, BrokenOne,
Predators take up more of my thoughts these days than I wish they would. Specifically, protection of our loves from the hard-hearted who roam the earth. There is danger everywhere.
Temperatures are freezing. Coyotes are hungry. I wonder how come, in a world where God’s creatures were made to bring Him glory, like a newborn calf, are they sometimes prevented from realizing the fullness of its creation. How is it, for those going through tragic loss … how will that serve the means of His love in a Milky Way filled with God’s wild and fierce beauty?
But, Dearheart, it does. Somehow, it does.
In humans and animals alike. The earth is far wilder than our emotions and sensitivities might prefer. The fact that others are often harmed … some are destroyed by desires that are ultimately God-given creates a certain unease within. I’m reading Annie Dillard, who won’t let us forget that the world that God has made, with all of its desire, remains as consumingly wild and terrible as it is lovely.
Even with all the strange and empty, hope is still found in the broken, isn’t it?
What kind of God plans that kind of delivery from the wicked? His ways are right.

Wake up.
Hope.
Go.

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