I just found my favorite Bible passage. It was read in church today and just struck me as poignant. It’s from a tiny book, one of the minor prophets, tucked away near the end of the Old Testament, but it is important nonetheless.
Though the fig tree should not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail,
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold,
and there be no herd in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the Lord;
I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
God, the Lord, is my strength;
he makes my feet like the deer’s;
he makes me tread on my high places.
Remember, no matter how bad the circumstances–and they can be very bad in an imperfect world such as this–the Lord is our strength, if we only remember to look to Him.