It seems all too easily, I find myself resigned to living life waiting for the other shoe to drop..
When the disorderly mass of confusion tends to be the norm for a while, I wonder if this is all I can expect for the rest of my days.
While I have not been a stranger to troubles, the worries and concerns of this season of life have caught me off guard.
I have hit so many bumps on the road of life, surely I was prepared for most anything.
Everyday I realize I am not prepared…… for the unexpected sorrows of my country,…….of my family……. or my friends.
The grieving proccess is ongoing from one tragedy to another.
I found comfort in reading these verses from Lamentations today.
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.”