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“Lord, come to my aid!” These are the words from Sunday’s Responsorial Psalm. How many times have I said these words in the middle of my suffering? How many times have I felt like Jeremiah at the bottom of the cistern as we hear in Sunday’s First Reading? Dozens? Hundreds?
Without a doubt, all of us have felt that we have reached rock bottom, that there is no hope, that there is no way to solve that particular difficulty, that problem that keeps us up at night, that illness that afflicts us.
Nonetheless, God has proven to me, time and time again, that he always “stoops toward me and hears my cry,” that he “makes firm my steps.” Perhaps he hasn’t done it as quickly as I would have liked, but he has always rescued me when the time is perfect, according to his divine plan.
Let us pray… We ask the Lord to help us trust in him so we can be assured that everything is in his hands, and to grant us the patience we need to wait for the perfect moment when his merciful response will come. Amen.
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