The God Who Is There

I didn't want to do it. I couldn't deny that Laura's idea was a good one, but I just didn't want to bother the neighbor. We found an iron rod with a small diameter in our basement, bequeathed to us with love by the former owner. It would do if we could get it cut to the right length and welded back together in the right shape. Our neighbor, you may remember, is a metal worker. He could do the job in a few minutes, but I hated the idea of knocking on his door, him opening up, and internally is heart dropping, thinking, Oh, it's Eric again. I wonder what he wants this time.

Hope in Lamentations

If "there may yet be hope" in the midst of the obliteration of God's people—if even then they can return to the King and find not merely pardon but one who will still their hearts, take up their cause, and fight for them—then perhaps there may yet be hope for you and me even now.