Jeremiah 17:14-18
“ GOD, pick up the pieces. Put me back together again. You are my praise! Listen to how they talk about me: ‘So where’s this ‘Word of GOD’? We’d like to see something happen!’ But it wasn’t my idea to call for Doomsday. I never wanted trouble. You know what I’ve said. It’s all out in the open before you. Don’t add to my troubles. Give me some relief! Let those who harass me be harassed, not me. Let them be disgraced, not me. Bring down upon them the day of doom. Lower the boom. Boom!”
“O LORD, if you heal me, I will be truly healed; if you save me, I will be truly saved. My praises are for you alone! People scoff at me and say, ‘What is this ‘message from the LORD’ you talk about? Why don’t your predictions come true?’ LORD, I have not abandoned my job as a shepherd for your people. I have not urged you to send disaster. You have heard everything I’ve said. LORD, don’t terrorize me! You alone are my hope in the day of disaster. Bring shame and dismay on all who persecute me, but don’t let me experience shame and dismay. Bring a day of terror on them. Yes, bring double destruction upon them!”
I need to be put back together too. But my suffering is because of disease, not nay sayers. I am overwhelmed by pain. I am almost an invalid. I take 11 different medications each day. Fatigue is paralyzing. I need to take 2.5 mg. of Oxycodone to leave the house. Our homeless phase living in our RV has been enjoyable but is wearing thin and I long for a real house again. But I wonder how I can ever participate in moving and run a home again. Like Jeremiah I cry, “Give me some relief.”
Lord, you know all things. I trust your timing, your plan. I cannot rely on myself for anything. Please help me.