When your purse is empty,
it’s hard to look to heaven.
When your cabinets are bare,
it’s hard to reach for God.
When your clothes are worn,
it’s hard to pray to Jesus.
When the tank is empty,
it’s hard to rely on prayers and wishes.
When there is no roof to call your own,
what’s the point?
When sorrow and grief cling to your bones,
questions roll like fire from our tongues.
When the toils of life get too heavy,
with our last ounce of strength, we crush the cross.
With empty hearts, empty bellies, and weary souls,
we scorn God.
The scorn comes easy.
The anger flows freely.
The questions build like rapid fire.
Where are you God?
Can’t you hear me?
Don’t you see me?
WHERE ARE YOU?
Isaiah 41:10
“Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”
