"When fear threatened to overwhelm her, she set her mind upon the Lord, comforting herself with the thoughts of what God had already done for her. She sang Psalms to her son - and clung to the promises in them. And every time she did these things, she felt an inner peace. The Lord was her shield, her deliverer, the lifter of her soul. Not her husband. He was only the man she loved, not the God she now worshiped.....Two years of suffering had awakened her. And so, she went down on her knees daily, bending her head to the floor each morning when she first awakened so that she could thank God for His blessings, and ask for His guidance. She prayed constantly that God would protect her husband and give him wisdom.....She was no longer a child filled with dreams, but a woman tempered by hardship and sorrow....when she lay down at night.....she praised God for all the day had held, both good and bad.
Every time her husband would add another wife or concubine to his harem the hurt would rise in her again. But she learned not to expect perfect love from him, for to have those expectations only increased her suffering. She refused to give in to the emotions tearing at her heart and remembered the source of love. She turned her attention to God and His faithfulness to his people. She loved her husband, and she could still feel suffering, betrayal, confusion, and loneliness.
But she was no longer in despair, no longer without hope. The Lord God of Israel taught her about love, faithfulness, forgiveness, provision, protection, peace, and compassion. Every time somone wounded her, she turned to God for healing and comfort. And the Lord was always there. For His love was perfect."
But she was no longer in despair, no longer without hope. The Lord God of Israel taught her about love, faithfulness, forgiveness, provision, protection, peace, and compassion. Every time somone wounded her, she turned to God for healing and comfort. And the Lord was always there. For His love was perfect."
~ Unspoken by Francine Rivers
Oh, to have this kind of faith be my response to suffering, difficulty, and disappointments. And to be a woman of prayer like her, and to raise my children to have this kind of heart for God. I know this book is technically fiction, but it has inspired and encouraged me more than once!
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