‘For I am with you,’ declares the LORD, ‘to save you; For I will completely destroy all the nations where I have scattered you, Only I will not destroy you completely. But I will discipline you fairly And will by no means leave you unpunished.’
- Jeremiah 30:11
To be left uncorrected would be a fatal sign: it would prove that the LORD had said, "He is given unto idols, let him alone." God grant that such may never be our portion! Uninterrupted prosperity is a thing to cause fear and trembling. As many as God tenderly loves He rebukes and chastens: those for whom He has no esteem He allows to fatten themselves without fear, like bullocks for the slaughter. It is in love that our heavenly Father uses the rod upon His children.
Yet see, the correction is in measure": He gives us love without measure but chastisement "in measure." As under the old law no Israelite could receive more than the "forty stripes save one," which ensured careful counting and limited suffering; so is it with each afflicted member of the household of faith-every stroke is counted. It is the measure of wisdom, the measure of sympathy, the measure of love, by which our chastisement is regulated. Far be it from us to rebel against appointments so divine. LORD, if Thou standest by to measure the bitter drops into my cup, it is for me cheerfully to take that cup from Thy hand and drink according to Thy directions, saying, "Thy will be done."
WHEN: November 19th, 2022
WHERE: Outside of the Blood Bank
WHO: @alexanderives
Work never stopped when there were hungry people involved. Or, in Nehir’s case, thirsty. She couldn’t work every single day, blood needed time to replenish, and no matter how healthy she kept herself, that couldn’t account for the pints of blood needed to continue living. It had been three days since she was on the job, and with a green smoothie in hand, Nehir sat outside the building, eager to get back to work. Sure, it might’ve been strange for someone to bite into your neck like you were a juice box, but she had only ever found it to be relaxing. Pleasant. Like a trip to the local café.
She greeted each person who made to enter the building, none of her happiness fake or put on. This was just how she was, blissfully unaware that anything about her situation might have been odd. That many of the people here could simply kill her and no one would care. Those issues were best kept for boring people to worry about.
After a particularly noisy sucking of her straw, she looked up, though in no real hurry. “Oh! I haven’t seen you around here lately.” And what a shame that was. He used to be one of her favorite customers.