Cries of an exile
Soul Snack 110/12 ... Cries of an exile
The wilderness walk is not always a warm place. In exile the pilgrim's heart wails with even more intensity than the ache of their feet...
The gloss dulls
The veneer fades
The glass is opaque
Clarity is gone
Patience is fractured beyond endurance
With sighs too deep for words, intervention is pleaded
The tear ducts run dry
Fear, shame, rejection are travelling companions
Days descend to darkness
There is no light under this sun
Darkness honors no beams and plays no favorites,
Darkness refuses to flee, refuses to release, refuses rejection and just remains,
Surpassing exhaustion and past numbing there is no comfort, care or rest
Respite is robbed and light escapes again -
Oh bear these sorrows today Jesus that tomorrow may be seen well.
My eyes will watch over them for their good and I will bring them back to this land. I will build them up and not tear them down; I will plant them and not uproot them (Jer 24:6)
Today's Soul Snippet:
"...those who hope in the Lord will not be disappointed." Is 49:23d