Friday, June 28, 2019
Lord, do not withhold your compassion from me; may your enduring kindness ever preserve me.
There are lots of times – and they seem to last for too long – when it feels as though God does not listen. I know that God is everywhere, including within me, but there are days and weeks and months and even years when I feel as though I walk entirely alone. Why does he not hear my crying?
God says: Believe it or not, I do hear you, and I understand how you feel. I came to earth to live as one of you so that you might believe me when I speak to you. I love you so much that I have been willing to suffer as you do. I too, have felt alone, misunderstood and maligned. But do not worry. Even though your grief has brought you to a place where you feel no warmth and no compassion, I am with you. I have always been with you. I will always be with you. I will never abandon you. I will save you from the fear that grips you. Let go of that fear so that I can take it away from you to put it in a place from which it will not escape. I have that power. I have that love for you. I will preserve you. Come to me and lay your worries at my feet. Then rest awhile with me. I am here. I have always been here. I will always be here.
Wishing you a bit of peace so that you might feel God’s love and compassion.
A re-post from June 14, 2012.
Image from: http://rowenleaf.blogspot.com/2011/11/conversations-with-muses.html
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