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Lamenting

  • Writer: Sarah Trent
    Sarah Trent
  • Apr 8, 2025
  • 1 min read

Lamentations 3:21-23

“This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope.

It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.

They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.”


There’s an entire book in the Bible called Lamentations.

Not a chapter. Not a verse.

A whole book—dedicated to sorrow, to weeping, to grief.

God, in His infinite wisdom and compassion, carved out space in the sacred story for pain.

He did not rush past the ache. He did not edit out the tears.

He gave them a name. He gave them a voice. He gave them a place.


Lamentations is holy ground for the brokenhearted.

It’s the sound of a soul unraveling in the presence of God—

not with shame, but with honesty.

Not with fear, but with reverence.

It’s the pain of anguish, the sting of loss.


This book reminds us:

Grief is not a detour.

Tears are not a sign of weak faith.

Lament is not the absence of trust—

It is trust that refuses to go silent.


So if you find yourself in the thick of sorrow,

Know this: You’re not outside the story.

You’re not disqualified from grace.

You’re not forgotten.


You’re walking in the footsteps of prophets and poets— of a people who cried out and were heard. The footsteps of a Savior who was in anguish in the garden as everyone slept through his pain.


Lament and grief have a place in the heart of God. And because of that—So do you.


 
 
 

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