Jerusalem and the Temple destroyed. Inhabitants exiled to a foreign land. God has acted. Lamentations.
We can feel this way at times. Things seem destroyed. We feel exiled from God himself, lost in a foreign place. Not necessarily because God has acted, but because life has overwhelmed us. The author of Lamentations writes honestly, crying out, but hinging on the turning point of who he knows God to be. This writer tries to write honestly, crying out, and hopefully hinging on the turning point of who I know God to be.
I remember my affliction and my wandering,
the bitterness and the gall.
I well remember them,
and my soul is downcast within me.
I cry out to you.
This is my lament,
of anguish and shame.
Do you know my name?
Do you still know my name?
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.”
The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him;
it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.
This is my psalm,
of crying out to God;
my God responds, the ending of lament.
No more sorrow and shame.
He knows my name,
He still knows my name.
And everything He is, is new every morning.
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