The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”
I've never done a hard search but there are probably hundreds if not thousands of books, sermons, and teachings about unforgiveness. The further I am in my walk with the Lord I try to be aware of bitterness, resentment, or lack of peace. God's Word provides us with many examples and so much teaching about the need to forgive because it's the only way to receive renewal in our spirit after a hurt or a wrong. Ultimately, Jesus accomplished total forgiveness for the sins of the world by His death on the cross and His example and spirit within us gives us the ability to forgive the unforgivable. Not forgiving someone has been compared to drinking poison and hoping the other person dies.
Lately, as I have examined situations in my life where I struggle to let go or have peace and where I have asked myself, "Have I not forgiven?", I arrive at another notion. What if it's not unforgiveness that is my struggle? What if my struggle is mourning?
All too often we associate mourning with physical death. Mourning conjures images of black dresses and suits, hats with veils, wailing, caskets and tombstones. But not all death is physical. More often than we admit, we deal with death and dying on a regular basis just not the sort that results in funerals and cemeteries.
Lamentations tells us that God has mercy available to us every morning because each day we need His mercy because each day we face death or the end of things. When the things of this world that we trust and hope in leave us in a wasteland of disappointment, we mourn. We mourn the loss of innocence, childhood, trust, confidence, friendships, and security. These are things that don't show up in caskets or urns, they're hard to put our finger on but when they are stripped from us and most often unexpectedly, our worlds are turned upside down and we are left to gnash our teeth and reach for whatever hope we can find.
That hope is only in Jesus Christ and that the God of this universe sees our pain, knows it, endured it, and will avenge it. He shows us His mercies when the helpers come, when understanding eyes fill with tears along with yours, when ways are made when there seems to be no way. His mercies are when someone unexpectedly holds you up when you can not walk and when you start to see how things could have been so much worse but God already set mercy in motion without you knowing. When your lungs fill with air one more time when you are sure they wouldn't.
His mercies are available every morning and in every case of mourning. God is our ever present help in our times of trouble. He is the strongest and most faithful of all avengers. He is mightier than any sword and His will is always accomplished. He is faithful and just and mighty to save. He is our strong tower, He hides us beneath the cover of His wings. He is our hope - not man, not law, not ourselves. God and God alone.
Lamentations goes on to say: The Lord is good to those who wait for him,
to the soul who seeks him. It is good that one should wait quietly
for the salvation of the Lord.
And so we wait...quietly.