I woke up still feeling a little bummed and sat down with my coffee to read today’s scriptures. My son’s little dog is stretched out on my lap, keeping me warm … and I read a passage that comforts and blesses, and then another that humbles my soul deeply.
Isn’t God so wonderful in the ways He does that?
In this Psalm 56, I saw myself in relation to yesterday’s post. I know the people who have hurt me and/or attacked me aren’t literally after my life as they were David’s; and I know they aren’t “evil” people … only human, trying to understand God’s Word as well. I don’t wish them ill in any measure.
But still, so much of this is how I feel sometimes. And I’ve often thought verse 8 is soooooo, so precious … God keeps our tears in a bottle!
1 Be gracious to me, O God, for man has trampled upon me;
Fighting all day long he oppresses me.
2 My foes have trampled upon me all day long,
For they are many who fight proudly against me.
3 When I am afraid,
I will put my trust in You.
4 In God, whose word I praise,
In God I have put my trust;
I shall not be afraid
What can mere man do to me?
5 All day long they distort my words;
All their thoughts are against me for evil.
6 They attack, they lurk,
They watch my steps,
As they have waited to take my life.
7 Because of wickedness, cast them forth,
In anger put down the peoples, O God!
8 You have taken account of my wanderings;
Put my tears in Your bottle
Are they not in Your book?
9 Then my enemies will turn back in the day when I call;
This I know, that God is for me.
10 In God, whose word I praise,
In the LORD, whose word I praise,
11 In God I have put my trust, I shall not be afraid.
What can man do to me?
12 Your vows are binding upon me, O God;
I will render thank offerings to You.
13 For You have delivered my soul from death,
Indeed my feet from stumbling,
So that I may walk before God
In the light of the living.
What a beautiful, comforting balm the LORD has given me in reading that. And my next reading was deeply humbling. I do struggle often; I do suffer pain. But it cannot compare to the pain my LORD and God endured, for my sake. His precious body hung on a tree, to the point even of death.
45 Now from the sixth hour there was darkness over the whole earth, until the ninth hour.
46 And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying: Eli, Eli, lamma sabacthani? that is, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
47 And some that stood there and heard, said: This man calleth Elias.
48 And immediately one of them running took a sponge, and filled it with vinegar; and put it on a reed, and gave him to drink.
49 And the others said: Let be, let us see whether Elias will come to deliver him.
50 And Jesus again crying with a loud voice, yielded up the ghost. (Matthew 27)
Oh, my dear, sweet Lord … how I long to tenderly touch your face. If I had been there with you, would I have had the courage to wash your feet with my tears? To try to comfort you? To follow?
I am still homesick. I eagerly await my time, when I can see His face and hear His voice and be in His presence.
And I am also strengthened. Thank you for your precious Word oh God.
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