King James Version (KJV)
15 Now the word of the Lord came unto Jeremiah, while he was shut up in the court of the prison, saying,
16 Go and speak to Ebedmelech the Ethiopian, saying, Thus saith the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel; Behold, I will bring my words upon this city for evil, and not for good; and they shall be accomplished in that day before thee.
17 But I will deliver thee in that day, saith the Lord: and thou shalt not be given into the hand of the men of whom thou art afraid.
18 For I will surely deliver thee, and thou shalt not fall by the sword, but thy life shall be for a prey unto thee: because thou hast put thy trust in me, saith the Lord.
November 10, 2012
This is the voice of God speaking to me today. I receive His word with Joy.
By way of explanation, my prison is the place of my birth; Bay Shore, Long Island, New York. Thirteen days after Hurricane Sandy ravaged its shores, five days after the subsequent snow and wind storm, the feeling of imprisonment that I have been experiencing lately seems immensely overwhelming. After I made the cosmetic repairs needed for the sale of the home of my recently deceased mother, I find I have an overwhelming desire to flee this land of my birth. I ran away once forty-four years ago. Now I know I must go again. Lately I have been feeling that if I stay, I will die a thousand deaths until I am in the ground.
At three o’clock am I am up. Wondering once and again what am I doing here? When will the Lord reunite me with my children? Give me my home again? Restore me to the land of the living? I try to fight the feeling that I am in a God forsaken place. It is an argument that I have had with myself each day for weeks now. I do not want to call this place “God forsaken” but there is a distinct absence of His presence here. In the people I have met, the churches I have attended. There is a lack of love. Praise and worship have been such a significant part of my life, but now it is difficult to do so alone. Prayer is difficult for me. I know in my heart of hearts that God has not left me. Did He not protect and watch over this house and street as I asked Him to while Sandy’s destructive nature wreaked havoc and chaos around me. I know He did. Has He not provided for me every minute of each day as I exist without a job since I walked away from the City of Atlanta, January 26, 2011. I have not lacked one thing. My Lord has provided for me well.
I trusted you then. I trust you now. I trust you Lord. I trust you. Soon very soon. My life will change. You have given your word. I trust you.