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6a9be7a0d050710167bd5590b5002b12This. With everything going on in our world today, in our lives today, in our hearts today. This.

19-21 I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness,
    the taste of ashes, the poison I’ve swallowed.
I remember it all—oh, how well I remember—
    the feeling of hitting the bottom.
But there’s one other thing I remember,
    and remembering, I keep a grip on hope:

22-24 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.

25-27 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.

28-30 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.

31-33 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:

34-36 Stomping down hard
    on luckless prisoners,
Refusing justice to victims
    in the court of High God,
Tampering with evidence—
    the Master does not approve of such things.

-excerpt from Lamentations 3 [The Message]

God’s grace in my life today:

He is constant through every high and low.

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The In-Between


The Saturday in-between Good Friday and Easter Sunday is possibly my most favorite day of the year. This is the day when people thought all hope was lost–their Jesus had been killed and was lying dead in a grave. All the promises He had made, all the miracles they had witnessed, all the love they had seen in His eyes…all appeared to be a lie.

But what they didn’t know was heaven was counting to three. The greatest promise was on the verge of being fulfilled, the greatest miracle was about to be witnessed, the greatest act of love was about to burst from that grave.

So this day is a reminder that even when all hope seems lost, it’s not.

God is at work.

Take heart, dear friends.

You may be living in the in-between…you’re in the aftermath of the horror of Friday…

but Sunday is coming.


God’s grace in my life:

He’s shown me over and over again that He is worthy of my trust. He’s at work even when I don’t see Him. By His grace, He’s opened my eyes recently to see Him more and more. It’s a beautiful thing to be a child of the King.