The three of us girls along with our friend, Luis (a.k.a. Bebo), have begun to study the book of Job together on Monday nights. We were all kind of ‘whatever’ about the book to choose because, although we know and believe that the Word never returns void, starting the Bible Study was/is more about building a solid-core foundation in preparation for the greatness that’s starting to sprinkle and is about to rain down on this country.
Job 5:16 is the verse I’ve been meditating on for the past few weeks.
“So the poor have hope, and injustice shuts her mouth.”
I see this verse come to life on a daily basis. Justice is moving in and redeeming all that injustice meant for destruction. The orphaned are being given families, the hungry are being fed, the sick are being made well, the captives are being set free, and hope is rising.*
Being a part of hope’s rising, however, is dirty.
She (Hope) has been buried under years and layers of offenses, mistakes, pressures, hurts, grudges, etc. She doesn’t just pop up with the help of a pair of grip-inhanced, flower-patterned gardening gloves and a shiny hand shovel. Ha!. Nope. To get her to emerge, it’s taking digging and patience and sweat and prayers and more digging and tears and risks and successes and more digging and defeats and laughter and pain and still.more.digging.
She’s starting to show her face, though. After a year of feeling like we have no idea what we’re doing here, Hope’s staring to spring up. Sometimes I see her over an early morning coffee chat. Other times, I know she’s there when we’ve finally found a safe place for a friend to stay. I’m pretty sure she was present at last night’s dinner, and because I got a full sleep last night, I’m confident she wasn’t too far away.
The Lord is good and He promises good things to His children. I have never felt more amazed, awed, protected and comforted by His goodness. He is everything He promises He will be.
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