Code Name: Mama has challenged us to make March a month of kindness. Lots of others have joined her and it’s been inspiring to read the different things people are doing. I decided to get in on this, albeit a little late since it’s March 12th already.
I have a friend going through a rough time right now, a REALLY rough time. I won’t go into the details but she has been on my heart and mind a lot lately. What is happening to her is really wrong and unfair in so many ways. Things, humanly speaking, just seem like they can’t get worse for her and then they do. She is an amazingly strong woman and a fantastic mother doing the best she can but I know she is weary. I know she has a lot of lows and hard days still to come. And I HATE that. I want to take it all away. I want to lash out at the inequity of it all. And I question God and ask why. I am glad my God welcomes me and her with open arms and that my friend can lean on Him. She can come to Him with all her burdens and her cares and He will shelter her. And I know God can handle her questions, and mine and it’s okay to ask.
Why, O Lord, do you stand far away?
Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?
In arrogance the wicked hotly pursue the poor;
let them be caught in the schemes that they have devised.
For the wicked boasts of the desires of his soul,
and the one greedy for gain curses and renounces the Lord.
In the pride of his face the wicked does not seek him;
all his thoughts are, “There is no God.”
His ways prosper at all times;
your judgments are on high, out of his sight;
as for all his foes, he puffs at them.
He says in his heart, “I shall not be moved;
throughout all generations I shall not meet adversity.”
His mouth is filled with cursing and deceit and oppression;
under his tongue are mischief and iniquity.
He sits in ambush in the villages;
in hiding places he murders the innocent.
His eyes stealthily watch for the helpless;
he lurks in ambush like a lion in his thicket;
he lurks that he may seize the poor;
he seizes the poor when he draws him into his net.
The helpless are crushed, sink down,
and fall by his might.
He says in his heart, “God has forgotten,
he has hidden his face, he will never see it.”
Arise, O Lord; O God, lift up your hand;
forget not the afflicted.
Why does the wicked renounce God
and say in his heart, “You will not call to account”?
But you do see, for you note mischief and vexation,
that you may take it into your hands;
to you the helpless commits himself;
you have been the helper of the fatherless.
Break the arm of the wicked and evildoer;
call his wickedness to account till you find none.
The Lord is king forever and ever;
the nations perish from his land.
O Lord, you hear the desire of the afflicted;
you will strengthen their heart; you will incline your ear
to do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed,
so that man who is of the earth may strike terror no more.
My act of kindness is for my friend. I invited her and her family to dinner this week. It’s not a big thing but for one night she won’t have to worry about dinner. She can relax and spend time with us. And I pray, I pray for her all the time which is the best thing I can do.