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looking beyond yesterday

My soul has been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is.
Then I thought: My future is lost, as well as my hope from the Lord.
Remember my affliction and my homelessness, the wormwood and the poison.
I continually remember them and have become depressed.
Yet I call this to mind, and therefore I have hope:
Because of the Lord’s faithful love we do not perish, for His mercies never end.
They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness!

I say: The Lord is my portion, therefore I will put my hope in Him.
The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the person who seeks Him.

It is good to wait quietly for deliverance from the Lord.
It is good for a man to bear the yoke while he is still young.
Let him sit alone and be silent, for God has disciplined him.
Let him put his mouth in the dust - perhaps there is still hope.
Let him offer his cheek to the one who would strike him; let him be filled with shame.
For the Lord will not reject us forever. Even if He causes suffering, 
He will show compassion according to His abundant, faithful love.
Lamentations 3:17-32

Yesterdays can have a serious affect on our todays...our tomorrows.  
As I read this passage in Lamentations last night, though, I was reminded that my hope does not lie in the events of life:  the things I have or have not done...the things I do or do not do.  
My hope lies in a Heavenly Father who gives me breath for each day and grace to look beyond yesterday.
Therefore, since we have been declared righteous by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. We have also obtained access through Him by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. And not only that, but we also rejoice in our afflictions, because we know that affliction produces endurance, endurance produces proven character, and proven character produces hope. This hope will not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured out in our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.
Romans 5:1-5

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