This scripture is for the times that you just ate at "La Tormenta"--a real restaurant, by the way--and your GI tract knows just how far away home is. Read with care:
Jeremiah 4:19-21 King James Edition
My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war. Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is spoiled: suddenly are my tents spoiled, and my curtains in a moment. How long shall I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet?
(He bows before his audience),
Hope it isn't prophetic
(Edited. since first posting).
4 years ago