Psalm 77:10-12 ‘So, I say I am grieved that the right hand of the Most High has changed. I will remember the Lord’s works; yes, I will remember Your ancient wonders. I will reflect on all You have done and meditate on your actions.’
DearOnes, my loves are wrapped in grief. Because God’s ways are holy, He hurts with us. Not only a pang, but with a massive fill of raw, swelling, full to overflow … yet, somehow hauntingly empty, relentless pain.
What soul, young or adult, doesn’t forget the smell of their father or grandfather?The way his arms felt through his frail yet masculine hug? The way his hair fell, or his hairline outlined what once was? The way his words sounded when love could be detected through gruff?
My God wraps reminders in His promises … ‘That mother whose heart is bound to her child’s doesn’t compare to how your Father’s heart is bound to you.’ (Isa 49:15).
The God of Wonders, God of Miracles, God of Healing, God of Peace, God who Loves Beyond Measure, takes the liquid pain, slide-burning down your cheek, catches every falling tear, ties His heart ever tighter to ours, and keeps us from falling apart. ‘yet will I hope in Him.’ (Job 13:15). Our God is faithful.
Wake up.
Allow His peace.
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