Psalm 138
Hours. Some of them are just plain tough. Your emotions are brittle. Your eyes, gushers. Your stability, crumbly. Your assurance, wasted. Your heart…well, let’s just not go there.
Hours. They become days. Weeks. At least. Then what?
Before then, this (from my reading this morning):
In the day when I cried thou answeredst me, and strengthenedst me with strength in my soul.
The Lord will perfect that which concerneth me: thy mercy, O Lord, endureth for ever: forsake not the works of thine own hands.
Psalm 138:3,8
Then I thought of these:
From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Psalm 61:2Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
Psalm 16:11
As I compose this, I’m thinking of two of you in particular. Three, actually. And remembering myself as well.
Where is God in the midst of all the woe?
“Right here!” Wherever I am, that’s His answer.
And His love will hold me and not let me go.
Will I let go of Him? Have I?
About love that will not let me go… Even before I read Psalm 138, I remembered a blog post by our daughter Michayla Baer. Here are two paragraphs from it:
We sang this song in church last night, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. . . the pursuit of the Father, the restoration found in Him, the promise of life, and not life only, but life everlasting.
A love that will not let me go. . . though I run from it, though I turn away from it, though I cower beneath my own undoneness and protest that it cannot claim me, wasted and ruined as I am. Perhaps that is why the soul that at last rests in this love is a weary one. Weary of fighting that which would heal it.
Read the rest: O Love That Will Not Let Me Go
If you need further comfort and assurance, perhaps these two posts of mine from 2006 will help a little more:
May you find rest for your soul in Jesus.
Now please add your own words or verse of encouragement in the comments below.