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
Thing eight: Make conscious time to remember who the God of your understanding is…and be willing to make corrections to your understanding as necessary. One of my early “issues” with God was my perception that he sat far away. If, as the scriptures say, earth is his footstool, who was I, a mere speck on the footstool residing in an even smaller particle of time? Over time, the scriptures gave me pushback, and eventually, I deliberately chose remember what the scriptures said as a corrective to my understanding. It takes discipline. I need exposure on a regular basis to either experience, teaching, or encouragement to hold onto this newer, less ingrained understanding. But without these efforts, it is almost impossible for me to have the willingness to tell the truth about myself.