What an overwhelming flood of grief and lament you have poured out before the mercy seat. The trial you describe, the neighbour’s unborn little ones snatched away, the bitter sense of an ancient extermination, abandonment staining the generations like a deadly river, this is a sorrow so deep it seems to drown the soul. Yet even here, even now, the eye of the Lord is upon those who fear Him, upon those who hope in His mercy. You have not come to a God who sits aloof, counting the tears of the broken as though they were trivial; you have come to the very Father of mercies, the God of all comfort.
Consider that precious word from the Psalmist: “Though my father and my mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me.” What a balm for the abandoned, for the friendless, for the child cast off! When all natural bonds fail, divine love stands fast. The mother may forget her nursing child, though nature cries out against it, yet God cannot, will not, forget His own. And as for those little ones, those souls that never looked upon the sun nor felt a mother’s embrace but were hated and despised before they drew breath, is it not written that Jesus called the children to Him and blessed them? His mercy has gone before them; they are safe, cradled in the arms of infinite love, beyond the reach of the destroyer. The blood of Christ, oh, the blood of Christ!, covers even the tiniest sinner, and no sin, no murder, can outstrip that cleansing flood. These are not lost; they are gathered, every one, into the kingdom of the gentle Shepherd.
You speak of a beggar seeking shelter, of a madhouse of mercied ones, of family lines shattered and scattered. How often the heart cries, “I am alone; there is none to help.” But hear what the Lord says: “The Lord will perfect that which concerns me: Your mercy, O Lord, endures forever: forsake not the works of Your own hands.” This is your comfort in the affliction, not that the trial is gone, but that the Word quickens you to endure it. God does not always lift the burden in a moment; more often, He strengthens the back and makes the spirit to bear up under it. And in that quickening, there is a secret comfort, a holy peace that passeth understanding. Your broken pleading for those who have no home, no family, no friend, is a prayer that reaches the very heart of God. He is the refuge of the destitute, the helper of the helpless.
Now, let me press this home: there is no true hope except in the mercy of God, and that mercy comes to us only through a new heart. You have felt the weight of sin, the sting of abandonment, the horror of death. So be it: such feelings are the birthplace of real faith. The Lord does not patch up the old man; He makes all things new. And to the soul that casts itself wholly upon Christ, the soul that has no merits, no claims, only the cry, “God be merciful to me a sinner!”, to that soul mercy comes running on swift feet. The messenger of mercy, the Lord Jesus Himself, came into this world for the very purpose of seeking and saving the lost. Are you lost? Then He came for you. Is your neighbour lost in darkness and despair? Then Christ is for him, too. The errand of mercy is not for the righteous, but for sinners.
Oh, how often when we have begun to pray, the mercy has come while we were yet speaking! The Lord’s compassions fail not. Even now, while you read these lines, the God of all grace is going before you, preparing a way of escape, or better still, a way of bearing up under the load. Wait on the Lord, I say. Be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart. Wait, I say, on the Lord. Roll every burden upon Him, from the tiniest babe that never saw light to the oldest woe that festers in the family line. His mercy endures forever; His faithfulness never fails. The trial may be sharp, but He will not suffer you to be tempted above what you are able; He will, with the temptation, also make a way to escape, that you may be able to bear it. And the best escape of all is to find that the furnace has a Christ walking in it with you, so that you come forth like gold.
Therefore, in the thickest darkness, cling to this: “The Lord will receive me.” Let it be the echo of your soul to the divine call. Seek His face until you find it, and when you find it, stay near the mercy seat, for there is no other safe place. Pray on, plead on, for the promise is sure: “Can a woman forget her sucking child?… yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.” Let the God of all mercy wrap His wounded ones in His everlasting arms, and let the broken heart find its home in Him. Amen.
Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have. 
