Simply Scripture: Lamentations 3

One doesn’t usually think of Lamentations in a “pick-me-up” kind of way…but, there are days.

SimplyScriptureThere are days when I become focused on what I am not, what my weaknesses are, the friends I don’t have, my past and how I was dragged off the path (v10-12), the real responses that I should have had in various situations instead of stuffing them down inside, …the woulda, coulda, shoulda(s) of life. Why is it that some days the blessings that are always so bountiful in life fall out of focus allowing all of the other stuff to stick out?  I am pretty sure it’s an “I” problem. Not an EYE problem…but an “I” problem and “I” am always at the center of it.

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On days like this my prayer journal can read a lot like Lamentations 3. Read it and be assured that…

[When] 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.” 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.

See that? When I read that second portion…when I see that upward turn…there is always hope and compassion and love. He is there all the time, I just become focused on the wrong things. I am so thankful for a relationship with God. He is that friend who sticks closer than a brother who can always turn me back to the truth. Praise the Lord.

So, as those blessings come back into focus…I will take the time to count them.

1133. She sits at the table with us for her Bible Study

1134. An empty day. A clean slate to do something or nothing at all.

1135. A vibrant red, painting the tips of the leaves on the south side of our tree.

1136. He plays dolls with her

1137. She plays alone in her room while singing “Jesus Loves Me”. Such a sweet sound at 6:45am.

1138. LCA night. He SMILES as he sings!

1139. The call in the middle of the night for “Mommy!”. It is a real blessing to be a caregiver, protector, provider and Mom.

1140. Pumpkin bagels

1141. Veterans (no need to say more)

1142. Movie night

1143. A roaring fire on a cold day.

1144. My sister- talking me out of my tree

1145. She vacuums with me and does it with pride.

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