by Nan Jones @NanJonesAuthor
The preacher spoke directly to me – his words flung from the pulpit straight to my heart: “Jeremiah wrote Lamentations after his world as he had known it fell apart. But after his lament, Jeremiah reminded himself why he had hope – he recalled God’s faithfulness.”
the taste of ashes, the poison I’ve swallowed.
I remember it all—oh, how well I remember—
the feeling of hitting the bottom.
But there’s one other thing I remember,
and remembering, I keep a grip on hope:
his merciful love couldn’t have dried up.
They’re created new every morning.
How great your faithfulness!
I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over).
He’s all I’ve got left.”
GOD KNEW where my husband was. I had run from the business meeting
before its completion. Tempers flared. Tongues were unleashed, and
nearly three years of fruitful ministry were all but destroyed. My heart
beat madly within my chest, fighting desperately not to break from the
pain of rejection. Angry tears stung my cheeks as I bolted from the
sanctuary. I didn’t know if I could continue in this thing called
ministry. God was asking too much of me.
My
husband, David, and I had been ministering in the small rural church
for three years. Under his leadership and the Holy Spirit’s guidance,
the church had experienced exponential growth. God’s mercy and grace
flowed into the lives of our people. Church had become a place of joy,
restoration, and refuge.
Then evil reared its ugly head.
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Thanking the Lord today for His all-consuming, love, faithfulness, grace and mercy whereby we are are able to keep getting up each and day and living for Him. What a blessed word to read today. Amen 🙂
I cherish His faithfulness. He is truly amazing 🙂