Remember my affliction and my bitterness,
the wormwood and the gall!
My soul continually thinks of it
and is bowed down within me.
But this I call to mind,
and therefore I have hope:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is thy faithfulness.
\u201cThe Lord is my portion,\u201d says my soul,
\u201ctherefore I will hope in him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Lord is good to those who wait for him,
to the soul that seeks him.
It is good that one should wait quietly
for the salvation of the Lord.
It is good for a man that he bear
the yoke in his youth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let him sit alone in silence
when he has laid it on him;
let him put his mouth in the dust\u2014
there may yet be hope;
let him give his cheek to the smiter,
and be filled with insults.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For the Lord will not
cast off for ever,
but, though he cause grief, he will have compassion
according to the abundance of his steadfast love;
for he does not willingly afflict
or grieve the sons of men.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
—Lamentations 3:19-33<\/p>
"The greatest witness of God\u2019s love in all of history was not Jesus\u2019 perfect life. It was not his teaching. It was not his miracles. The greatest witness of God\u2019s love was Christ\u2019s suffering on the cross." @RickWarren<\/a> https:\/\/t.co\/5TWGmtquZG<\/a><\/p>— Plough Quarterly (@Plough) April 3, 2026<\/a><\/blockquote>