OT 35

Lord and God,

Fret not, my soul, and know the righteous Lord sustains you. Your promises stand, my God: the righteous shall never be moved, and the meek shall inherit the land. Yet often they suffer. Like Job when the evil one lashed out, in an instant our world crumbles. Those whom you promise shall not want for bread can be taken away forever. Where is your promise? Where is your deliverance? Where is your justice?

“In just a little while”—days and hours are not mere fascination, we long to know yet we are forbidden. Your salvation comes. We are not put to shame in evil times; in times of famine with you there is yet abundance. There is a future for us who dwell in your peace. There is a hope. Until then, be gentle and merciful with us. Work your grace in your body. Comfort the suffering and mourning.