The Importance of Words
Our text in this post is from Jeremiah 15:18-19 (NLT)
Then I said, Lord, you know what is happening to me.
Please step in and help me. Punish my persecutors!
Please give me time; don’t let me die young.
It’s for Your sake that I am suffering.
When I discovered your words, I devoured them.
They are my joy and my heart’s delight, for I bear your name
O Lord God of Heaven’s Armies.
I never joined the people in their merry feasts.
I sat alone because your hand was on me. I was filled with indignation at their sins.
Why then does my suffering continue? Why is my wound so incurable?
Your help seems as uncertain as a seasonal brook, like a spring that has gone dry.