Sometimes
even lifting one’s eyes to the hills to ask the question, “from where is my
help to come” is more than we can manage. Worn down and weary of weeping,
abandoned by friends and surrounded by foes (real or imagined) the hope of help
seems a cruel joke. But it is precisely when we cannot go on and maybe no
longer even care that the promise is most present, whether we recognize it or
not. That is because the promise does not depend on our asking or our
recognition. It depends fully on God’s desire to deliver and the nature of the
help that is God always present exists beyond the reality of our sorrow and
suffering. That means when our ability to believe is passed out on the floor of
doubt God is wide awake and preserving for us the life that endures forever.
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