Have there not been enough signs of your return? Of earthquakes and famine of floods and pestilence and men's hearts waxing cold and compassionless; full of murderous greed and thirst for power?
So much sorrow in the land! Weeping and mourning, wailing and crying out for help, for hope for comfort... to understand...
I bleed. I cry. I wake repeatedly to the pain-filled aches that no one but you alone can deliver from.
Economy has tanked and a day's wage is not able to sustain just one, much less a family.
If it wasn't for the kindness of a few... If it wasn't for a measure of hope; a flickering, smoldering wick of hope... Oh Lord you won't despise.
But I weep this morning I weep for the redemption of the body and soul that you will not leave in hell. You paid it all so we might gain Eternal rest with you.
As long as the world turns; seasons come and go, and so too seasons of hardship, trials and tears; of loss and sufferings, of birth and death; of unanswered questions and prayers...
A soul crying out why? How long Oh Lord will you tarry? How long?
Your word says that "hope deferred maketh the heart sick but desire fulfilled is a tree of life"
Oh, how I long for life the life that lies Beyond the Veil of this Earthly one.
I hear the cries of your people. They are despaired and I'm without any more words. I just touch a hand or give a hug and weep along with them. They need a deliverer and I am silent... waiting, hoping and praying that the Comforter will soon come and hold them close and heal their brokenness.
Come close now, Oh Lord. Heal mine also... for with these tear-filled eyes. I write this..
9 /17/22
10 a.m.
