Leviticus 2:1-16; Psalms 99:1-101:8; Acts 25:13-27
The sorrows of death compassed me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid. The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me. In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice. Psalm 18:4-6
Many nights of sobbing in the Lord’s presence won’t reverse the tragedies of the past. “What ifs”, “maybes”, and “might have beens” haunt our helplessness. But He does hear, and is able to liberate us from the overwhelming grief that pins us down. Crying during life’s journey is inevitable, and effectual if those tears flow heavenward. —Rick Morse
In suffering, be Thy love my peace,
In weakness, be Thine arm my strength. —John Wesley