Is “devastation” not an appropriate word to describe the condition of this country and the world? Often, I weep. My heart pounds. I can’t sleep. I feel outraged. I don’t want to express this with hurtful and destructive words. Neither do I want to hide in fear.
What do I do? I pray. I spend time in silence. With Jesus. I sit on my deck or go for a walk and view the clouds, trees, water, sunset. I listen to singing birds and quacking geese.
After a while I have peace. The Spirit stirs up a new melody in my heart. I write a song or poem. The following is an example. May your heart be encouraged as you read it.
Troubled heart, remember Jesus He is good. He is kind To the fallen, he shows mercy He’s the healer of your mind In the midst of deep anxiety When you’re tossing in the night Ask the Spirit for discernment Receive his comfort and insight He says, "My child, I love you "Come closer to me "You were a captive to Evil "I died to set you free." Fearful heart, call on Jesus No one’s higher than he In his strong arm, he will hold you When in the smoke you cannot see In the night of terror and darkness When all normal help is gone What you knew is nonexistent Listen to your Savior’s song He says, "My child, I love you "Come closer to me "You were a captive to Evil "I died to set you free." Anxious heart, cling to Jesus Treasures of this world are dung Unless you’re willing to release them You won’t win the victor’s crown In a time when many shout “Arm yourself!” or “Retreat!” Stand for justice, love, and mercy Stay with Jesus on the street He says, "My child, I love you "Come closer to me "You were a captive to Evil "I died to set you free." 8/25/20 Jane Ault