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Sadly, not every story has a happy ending.  The psalmist in Psalm 137 is in pain.  He is a captive of Nebuchadnezzar. He is thinking back of all Judah had lost–their nation, their homeland and their identity. As they lived as captives, their enemies rejoiced and taunted them.  Their captors made them celebrate–being vanquished! All of life had lost its luster.  So, as he sat and reflected on what was and what might have been; the psalmist was simply living in pain.  It was a pain of feeling alone and unprotected by a God that had faithfully protected them for many many years.  Sure, losing their stuff was horrific–but, losing their identity and returning to captivity was so much worse.

In our lives, life can be very difficult. Money issues, job issues and life issues can turn our attention inward; and cause us to lose focus.  Instead of being grateful for what we have, we become ungrateful for what we do not have. God calls us to be content in all circumstances and look to Him to lead us, guide us and protect us through even the most difficult of times.  When we find our lives vanquished, we still must focus our attention on him.  If we do, we can face life’s great sadness with hope that he will ultimately deliver us from the pain.  We can never lose hope! We must remember–as God promised in Jeremiah 29:11, “I know the plans I have for you says the Lord! Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future.”  Give me the faith, Lord to focus on you and your plan for me!

God Bless You

By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept
    when we remembered Zion.
There on the poplars
    we hung our harps,
for there our captors asked us for songs,
    our tormentors demanded songs of joy;
    they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

How can we sing the songs of the Lord
    while in a foreign land?
If I forget you, Jerusalem,
    may my right hand forget its skill.
May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth
    if I do not remember you,
if I do not consider Jerusalem
    my highest joy.

Remember, Lord, what the Edomites did
    on the day Jerusalem fell.
“Tear it down,” they cried,
    “tear it down to its foundations!”
Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction,
    happy is the one who repays you
    according to what you have done to us.
Happy is the one who seizes your infants
    and dashes them against the rocks.