We have all been through difficult times, but probably none so devastating as the writer of Lamentations. He mourns for Jerusalem and Judea as it lays in ruin by the raid and destruction of Babylon. His homeland has been pillaged and destroyed, its people are living in exile. He writes:

I remember it all—oh, how well I remember—

    the feeling of hitting the bottom.

But there’s one other thing I remember,

    and remembering, I keep a grip on hope:

God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out,

    his merciful love couldn’t have dried up.

They’re created new every morning.

    How great your faithfulness!