The power held in the word, yet overwhelmed me as I read Psalm 42 and 43. Many psalms are full of lament, struggle, and pain. Have you noticed? “My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, ‘Where is your God?’ (Psalm 42:3,4) Verse five of Psalm 42 says, “Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.”
There is a yet in your future. God knows your struggle, grief, and pain, and the long, weary days of 2020.
This is the season we remember, the bittersweet mix of grief and joy. The precious fingers that Mary held were on the hands pierced with nails. God’s son lying in a manger brought the yet of Heaven on the cross.
No matter how challenging this season may feel because of loss, grief, weariness or pain in 2020—trust that the tiny fingers of the baby Jesus are the same fingers pointing your eyes toward Heaven reminding you that when you put your hope in God, there is always—a yet.
Wishing you all a Blessed Christmas and New Year.
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