Read Psalm 42
Expect something good. Expect it. The arrival, the coming arrival of something good..
The expectation of something good is not a wish, a good vibe, luck or chance…it is more concrete than that. It is not calculated probability or self-made results…it is more divine than that.
As you bleed in darkness, confused and in doubt, perhaps even numb and unfeeling. Where is God? He feels so far away, so distant, so irrelevant right now… At this moment, in this circumstance, in this relationship, in this task… Where are you? Have you forgotten me? Suffering.
The Psalmist suffers and cries out and proclaims doubts that if said by a pastor or mature Christian may embarrass us, but why? God does not condemn the Psalmist…There is no condemnation because of his HOPE.
In every pang, in every utterance, in every curse of his heart, he comes back to expecting. His suffering leads to endurance, a stability of unwavering expectation, that although I see no light right now, something good is to come, I will praise him. My help and my God.
He didn’t feel close to God, yet he expects good and so he praises and so he knows.
Expect something good. Expect it. Expect his goodness. The arrival, the coming arrival of His good. In those places where you don’t feel it. Endure, Expect Him. Good. Good.
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