My Rawness is Not About Me
Hurting with those that hurt. Well, it hurts. As God intended I suppose.
This week was especially hard. Each day with a new hurt. Thursday thinking about the 143 million children with no home, no family, no one to know them and love them. Friday discussing abortion and thinking about the 53 million babies killed in the place that should be the safest for them. Saturday reading about the 10 year old boys who were raped at Penn State. My heart breaks. Then reading about 15 year old Jonathan in Ecuador, abandoned by his parents in the jungle. His dad brings him food once in a while when Jonathan is at church.
My heart breaks. I feel raw, ready to cry at the drop of a hat because of all the crying I've done in the last few days. Compassion hurts, and I am left to cry out for the Lord to intervene.
Come Lord Jesus!
I long for His appearing, for Jesus' return. Desperately. When He comes on His white horse with a sword, He will destroy evil. End it. He will bring Justice, Truth, Righteousness. Punish evil. Jesus coming with a sword is my Hope, my comfort. I've never realized how much comfort there is in His vengeance.
I think Asaph and I will be friends in heaven. He also finds comfort in God's wrath poured out on evil.
"Make them like tumbleweed, O my God, like chaff before the wind. As fire consumes the forest or a flame sets the mountains ablaze, so pursue them with your tempest and terrify them with your storm. Cover their faces with shame so that men will seek your name, O LORD. May they ever be ashamed and dismayed; may they perish in disgrace. Let them know that you, whose name is the LORD--that you alone are the Most High over all the earth"
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