The relationship between truth and faithfulness is oh so very very close. – Gordon Fee
I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness,
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:
God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out,
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 proves to be good to the man who passionately waits,
to the woman who diligently seeks.
It’s a good thing to quietly hope,
quietly hope for help from God.
It’s a good thing when you’re young
to stick it out through the hard times.
When life is heavy and hard to take,
go off by yourself. Enter the silence.
Bow in prayer. Don’t ask questions:
Wait for hope to appear.
Don’t run from trouble. Take it full-face.
The “worst” is never the worst.
– Lamentations 3
Don’t say too much. In fact, enter into silence. Quietly hoping and sticking through this will bring something GOOD. Let me offer my cheeks to those who would not think twice about striking me with their words of mockery and taunts of dis-grace. Let me be on my knees and be aquainted with the ground that levels my attempts to take comfort in the things I can control.
Let me take refuge with the great “I AM”.
Indefinable. Enigmatic. Mysterious.
Yet utterly and intimately present with me every step of the way.
The poem above expresses that most vividly. Every morning, I can say “I’m sticking with You. Because You’re all I got left!”
What I’m going through now… the confusion, the doubts, the angst of being in a room with no doors… is not the last word.
Faithfulness and Truth kiss each other. He’s as committed to this so far as He is true to His words. And He never lies because He can’t.
He has the final say.