Surely he has borne our griefs
and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
we have turned—every one—to his own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord;
in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying;
my soul refuses to be comforted.
Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.
Lord, I come to you giving thanks today that you help me fight the good fight. I do not walk alone through my grief or sorrow, but you walk with me. I am victorious in all of the battles of this life because I have you, my loving Father. You are my shield and my protector, and I am victorious over all of life’s challenges because I have you. Amen.
Praise: Praise god, from whom all my blessings and my healing come. He takes away my grief and replaces it with hope.
How has God comforted you during grief and sorrow in your life? Can you think of three?
Praise the Lord for the comfort he brings us in our grief. Write three praises:
Write a victory prayer: