My eyes fail with tears, My heart is troubled; My bile is poured on the ground Because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, Because the children and the infants Faint in the streets of the city. …
Their heart cried out to the Lord, “O wall of the daughter of Zion, Let tears run down like a river day and night; Give yourself no relief; Give your eyes no rest. Arise, cry out in the night, At the beginning of the watches; Pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord. Lift your hands toward Him For the life of your young children, Who faint from hunger at the head of every street.” See, O LORD, and consider! To whom have You done this? Should the women eat their offspring, The children they have cuddled? Should the priest and prophet be slain In the sanctuary of the Lord? Young and old lie On the ground in the streets; My virgins and my young men Have fallen by the sword; You have slain [them] in the day of Your anger, You have slaughtered [and] not pitied You have invited as to a feast day The terrors that surround me. In the day of the Lord’s anger There was no refugee or survivor. Those whom I have borne and brought up My enemies have destroyed.” Blue Letter Bible. “Lamentations 2 – New King James Version.” Blue Letter Bible. 1996-2009. 10 Apr 2009. < http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Lam&c=2&t=NKJV
My response: More pain…a pain I know too well. Tears at what you can’t fix, can’t repair, couldn’t prevent. Pain that tears the inner heart of your self for the loss, of life that could have been, of health, of dreams… Life as you know it stops and changes. It was easy, now it is hard, it was social, now it is loneliness, it was full of joy, now it is filled with sorrow. God’s judgment has come and He is one to be feared.
Thank you Lord, for your protection. I stood before you as one who would not compromise. I held on to you, I cried to you, I read your Word and tried to follow it’s commands. For that you have honored me with your presence, your peace, your direction. In my loss I find you ever and always there. Dreams can be replaced with new ones. New life follows winter’s cold blast. The earth springs forth with the promise of green and the colors of the fields. So my life will spring anew with color given by you, with life directed by you, with dreams to build on … grounded in your Word.
Written July13, 2006, Thursday. The promise given has come to pass, Blessed be the name of the Lord!!