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. Why? Because the Master won’t ever walk out and fail to return. If he works severely, he also works tenderly. His stockpiles of loyal love are immense. He takes no pleasure in making life hard, in throwing roadblocks in the way…. Lamentations 3, selected verses
Memories are tricky. Listen to the stories your siblings share, or your children. No one remembers the exact same event the exact same way. How can this be? As we inventory, not all our memories are going to be objective, clear, or tell the whole story. That brings me to thing eight: humbly acknowledge that we might be clouded in our memory, or fixated on it from only one angle. It’s ok to just humbly admit this to yourself, God and another person and then carry on with the inventory. Write it as you feel it – resentments, fears, anxieties and all. Don’t judge yourself or try to tidy up the memory piles. Insights can come later. For now, just write the stuff down.