Evil visited Newtown … Innocence lost … God comfort Your people

White Rose

Thus says the LORD, “A voice is heard in Ramah, Lamentation and bitter weeping. Rachel is weeping for her children; She refuses to be comforted for her children, Because they are no more.” Jeremiah 31:15

Newtown, Connecticut is weeping for her children. America is weeping bitterly for her children. Innocence lost.

After Jesus was born in Bethlehem, magi asked Herod the king,

“Where is He who has been born King of the Jews? For we saw His star in the east and have come to worship Him.” Matthew 2:2

Evil visited Bethlehem for a season. Herod killed all the male children 2-years-old and under in an attempt to murder this King of the Jews. Bitter weeping. Innocence lost. But the King escaped. This King, Jesus, came to take on the sins of the world. He came to die, and through that death, He conquered death to bring life to all who would believe in Him.

Death came to Newtown. Heroes emerged. Tears flowed. Memories refreshed. No words can comfort, but we can look toward the future.

He will swallow up death for all time, And the Lord GOD will wipe tears away from all faces, And He will remove the reproach of His people from all the earth; For the LORD has spoken. And it will be said in that day, “Behold, this is our God for whom we have waited that He might save us. This is the LORD for whom we have waited; Let us rejoice and be glad in His salvation.” Isaiah 25:8-9

My prayer for Newtown and America:

Heavenly Father, the Father who comforts, comfort the people of Newtown, Connecticut, and comfort the mothers, fathers, teachers, first responders, and inhabitants of America. Father, we don’t understand this evil, but we know that You heal; You comfort; You restore families and lands. Out of this tragedy, restore, comfort and bring good only as You can. Thank you, Father for the first responders, the heroes, the mothers and fathers, and neighbors. We pray for them and for America. Lord, have mercy!

“Comfort, O comfort My people,” says your God. Isaiah 40:1

From fibromyalgia pain to Scripture praise

From the cave of my darkened bedroom, I tried to picture a life freed from the pain of fibromyalgia, the agony of the long, sleepless nights, and the bombardment of sensory overload. But water fell in front of the images, so that I saw only distortions of what could be. During these times, I turned from myself to Scriptures. The Psalms especially spoke to me as David poured out his heart, his “Why,” his anger … and then his praise. I learned from David that there is hope … and praise … and healing.

Bless the LORD, O my soul,
And all that is within me, bless His holy name.
Bless the LORD, O my soul,
And forget none of His benefits;
Who pardons all my iniquities,
Who heals all my diseases;
Who redeems my life from the pit,
Who crowns me with lovingkindness and compassion;
Who satisfies my years with good things,
So that my youth is renewed like the eagle. Psalm 103:1-5

Surely my griefs [sickness] He Himself bore, And my sorrows [pains] He carried; Yet we ourselves esteemed Him stricken, Smitten [struck down] of God, and afflicted. But He was pierced through for my transgressions, He was crushed for my iniquities; The chastening for my well-being fell upon Him, And by His scourging I am healed. Isaiah 53:4-5

This was to fulfill what was spoken through Isaiah the prophet: “HE HIMSELF TOOK OUR INFIRMITIES AND CARRIED AWAY OUR DISEASES.” Matthew 8:17

Heal me, O LORD, and I will be healed; Save me and I will be saved, For You are my praise.  Jeremiah 17:14

My prayer for you

These Scriptures are my heart’s cry and my hope for you, a hope that is expecting miracles. May your health be restored; may your pain dissolve, and may you recognize the great and precious promises and blessings that our Great Creator and Healer has for you. Only believe. He is ABLE.

God’s healing promise given … years later realized

“For when God made a promise to Abraham, since He had no one greater by whom to swear, He swore by Himself, saying, ‘Surely I will bless you and multiply you.’ And thus Abraham, having patiently endured, obtained the promise.” Hebrews 6:13-15 (RSV)

When Abraham was 75, God promised Abraham that He would make a great nation from Abraham’s descendants. He had no children when the promise was given, but Abraham believed God. Years later, still no children.

Sarah and Abraham decided to help God out with the promise; Abraham took Sarah’s servant, Hagar, and had a son by her, Ishmael. But Ishmael was not the son God would use to make a great nation for Himself.

Twenty-five years later, the promise came, Isaac. Clearly a miracle and not by their efforts.

In 2008, God told my husband and me that He would heal me of fibromyalgia. There is no cure for fibromyalgia, yet, we believed God for this healing.

We consumed books on how God heals. We prayed. We read all the Scriptures about healing and many more Scriptures on waiting on the Lord. We believed. No healing.

“How long, God? Did You really promise a healing?”

I tried new medications, juiced, and exercised. My efforts weren’t working; the doctors’ efforts weren’t working, In fact, I got worse and began to think that I needed to resign from my job.

Then, my prayers changed.

“I don’t care if You heal me, God. I just want more of YOU! Show me Your glory.”

We attended a healing service on Sunday, November 21, 2010, and God healed me of fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome.

I believed I would be healed two years before the Lord healed me. Why did I have to wait two years?

Jeremiah asked God, “how long?”

 “If you have raced with men on foot, and they have wearied you, how will you compete with horses? And if in a safe land you fall down, how will you do in the jungle of the Jordan?” Jeremiah 12:5 (RSV)

God was building endurance, preparing His people for future challenges, much like preparing for a race.

As a Christ follower, I am being trained to run the race further. I am being trained to endure. That takes greater challenges.

I called the two years “waiting on the Lord,” and it was. But He was building me up for the race ahead. When I was ready for a longer and more arduous race, He healed me.

What promise are you waiting for? Patiently endure as you are prepared for the next race.

My prayer for you:

Gracious Father, bless this dear reader with faith in Your great and precious promises as you prepare Your beloved to receive the promise and begin a new race. Equip this believer with Your perfect wisdom, grace, peace, and joy, and this dear saint will give You the glory.