when tragedy strikes
the suffering of fools
temptations, tests, and trials
why does God test man, part one
testing and the education of life
what my cat taught me about testing, and trusting
why does God test man, part two
we are the clay
when we suffer: a warning
help when we hurt
flip the switch
the poetry of drawing near
hearts wounded by suffering
what my thimble taught me
pride: the hidden problem with hardness
portrait of a yielded heart
the poetry of a yielded heart
comfort when we suffer
taking comfort: psalm 42
The grief of my heart
I cried out to God with my voice
To God with my voice
And He gave ear to me.
In the day of my trouble
I sought the Lord
My hand was stretched out
In the night without ceasing.
My soul refused to be comforted
I remembered God, and was troubled
And my spirit was overwhelmed
You hold my eyelids open
I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
The reason of my mind
I have considered
The days of old
The years of ancient times.
I call to remembrance
My song in the night
I meditate within my heart
And my spirit makes diligent search.
Will the Lord cast off forever?
And will He be favorable no more?
Has His mercy ceased forever?
Has His promise failed forevermore?
Has God forgotten to be gracious?
Has He in anger shut up His tender mercies?
The praise of my lips
In my anguish
I will remember the years
Of the right hand of the Most High.
I will remember the works of the LORD
Surely I will remember Your wonders of old
I will also meditate on all Your work
And talk of Your deeds.
Your way, O God, is holy
What god is great like our God?
You are the God who works wonders
You have made known Your might among the peoples
You with Your arm redeemed Your people
The children of Jacob and Joseph.
comfort, comfort, o my people
comfort as a mother comforts
a rabbit trail
the joy of intimacy
the poetry of intimacy
God’s comforting presence
why don’t I feel God?
christians and suffering
back from the abyss