“The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him. It is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord. It is good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth. Let him sit alone in silence when it is laid on him; let him put his mouth in the dust—there may yet be hope; let him give his cheek to the one who strikes, and let him be filled with insults. For the Lord will not cast off forever, but, though he cause grief, he will have compassion according to the abundance of his steadfast love; for he does not afflict from his heart or grieve the children of men.” -Lamentations 3:25-33
I have never been perfect. I fail people often. I make mistakes. I hate doing so. I am the type of person who beats herself up when wronging another person or wronging God. I will reflect on it, but in doing so, often I feel like I have failed God, the people I hurt, and myself. I love how this verse has always lifted me up when I have been deeply wounded by others, and honestly I get hurt easily. Words cut to the gut. Believe me, I’ve had a lot of cruel things said to me in the past and in the present. I am sure it will continue in the future, and this passage is comforting.
I have a hard time trusting people because so many have hurt me and I have lost many friends who I thought would be there forever. I tend to believe I am a good friend who tries to be a part of someone’s life and be dependable and helpful and sincere. No matter what happens to me or those I know who are deeply hurting through their circumstances, it does my heart good to know that God is allowing His work to be done. It is good to trust in Him even when in pain. I just spent a weekend with a bunch of people who are seeking God and some who have had a complete turn-around because of God, and it makes me thankful that even in their extremely hard situations, God pulled them out. He always pulls me out.
He hates seeing us hurting. He is there to hold us close to Him because he adores us no matter how horrible we may be. Even the traffickers, the abusers, the murderers, the liars, the slanderers, the drug addict, the victims from all these things, etc. . .The Lord is there holding them and hoping that they will see how much He adores them even when they are at their worst. Believe me, I have put my mouth to the dust and have had to give my pride and my sins over to Him and when I do so, I feel freedom. Sometimes I still have to spit the remaining dirt out of my mouth and hand it over to God, and it takes time. He’s fixing me as I allow Him to. I cannot do it on my own. I am so glad about that.
While at one time I was trying to write my own story with a normal bland stub-of-a pencil; Christ has since sharpened me and has been writing my story with colored pencils instead. My life comes to life through Him.