Lord, my heart hurts…October 7, 2013 - Author: Bernadette Saddik
I’m afraid this post doesn’t offer many possible answers or ways to clear the fog. Just a lot of questions. Questions I’ve been praying about the past few months. For that, I apologize. It won’t become a habit. Please, as always, you are welcome to comment!
What do You want of me?
How much more must I bear?
Dare I utter the cruel words-
“It’s not fair,”?
What do I know of fair?
If fairness existed right now, then I’d have a lot more problems.
But how does one handle grace, well, gracefully?
The plates come crashing down.
Does it even mean anything?
Why should I care?
Please, tell me how education matters?
Why people matter?
Where is that fine line between buying the lottery ticket, and letting You take care of the rest?
Lord, I really don’t know.
But I take comfort that I don’t have to.
All I need to hold on to are Your words.
Those beautiful names who You are.
“As for me, I will call upon God; and the Lord shall save me. Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and He shall hear my voice. He hath delivered my soul in peace from the battle that was against me…” Psalm 55:16-18 KJV