I remember my affliction and my wandering,
the bitterness and the gall.
I well remember them,
and my soul is downcast within me.
Yet this I call to mind
and therefore I have hope:
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”
The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him,
to the one who seeks him;
it is good to wait quietly
for the salvation of the Lord.
When we come through the storms, it’s so important to remember how it felt and take that feeling and pour it into our ability to empathize. It will help extend compassion and hope to others.
It also brings hope to ourselves when we go through the next storm. When I found out my first daughter had passed away, I had hope because I remembered what God had done for me through my first miscarriage. And I had hope during my first miscarriage because of what God had done for me in my career and my marriage.
In other words, I have hope in my tomorrows because of what God has already done in my yesterdays.