Welcome to your evening coffee! May our Heavenly Father gently remind us, again and again, as waves against the shore, that His mercy and grace are always greater than our pain. Father, though we have been born again, we are still broken people living in a broken world. We need you. Please invite each one of us closer and closer to your side. Help us to answer your call with our desperate cry, "Yes please! Thank you!" Help us to entrust ourselves to your goodness and your never-failing love. And as we are hurt and as we suffer, may we trust you more and run to your presence in desperate prayer. Father, in the name of your Son Jesus, and by the power of your Holy Spirit, He who lives within us, comfort us and hold us tight.
Your Evening Song: "I Am Yours" by Needtobreathe
Your Morning Scripture: Lamentations 3:19-26
Remember my affliction and my wanderings, the wormwood and the gall! My soul continually remembers it and is bowed down within me. But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope:
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.”
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.
Who among us has suffered? We have all felt pain, even children. And though some of us have suffered more, and some less, pain is pain. Pain is a universal experience among all people. To hurt is common to all people.
Where, then, is the difference? What is uncommon? How we deal with our pain is where the difference lies. Do we hurt and mourn like those of this world who have no hope? Or do we hurt and mourn as those imitating their scarred savior? Do we weep for now as those who know that the resurrection is coming? Do we hope in our hurt as those waiting to hear our names called aloud by our Lord."
"Come out!" and from out of our graves we will rise in an eternity of pure joy, pure delight. Where the least and most common in the world that is coming will put the rarest and best of this present world to shame.
Do we allow God to frame our grief? Are we honest with God in our pain? Do we trust Him to be able to handle our raw prayers of struggle and suffering?
Do we lose sight of God in our sorrow? Or do we throw ourselves into His arms, trusting that He will graciously and mercifully hold us as we weep?
No matter who you are, no matter how you are hurting, or perhaps someone you love is hurting, remember, remember...
"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning."
At the heart of hoping in God is learning to hurt while resting His arms.