Psalm 40. “I waited patiently for the Lord, he inclined and heard my cry. He lifted me up out of the pit, out of the miry clay. He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord”.
U2 sang about this song. “How long…to sing this song…” They expressed it beautifully. In desperation crying out to God.
David wrote that passage. A famous passage about waiting for the Lord. He was exhausted. He said that the Lord lifted him out of a pit…and put a new song in his mouth. Those who trust in the Lord will be blessed.
Inspiring
What I recently noticed was the end of Psalm 40. “But as for me, I am poor and needy. May the Lord think of me. You are my help and my deliverer. Oh my God do not delay”
David wrote that. Desperate. Needy. Afraid. The same guy who stood in front of Goliath whom the whole army of Israel was afraid and said, “This day the Lord will deliver you into my hands and I will strike you down and cut off your head”.
Same guy.
I understand. Lately, I’ve felt both strong, and weak. I’ve felt rich, and poor. The pain in my chest is high and makes we feel weak. At the end of some days I’m exhausted. Just worn out. Yet I feel strong because every day I get up and work hard at it. I also feel strong because of the support I’m receiving.
When you go to the doctor they sometimes show the kids a chart of smiley and frowny faces to help the kids describe the pain they are in. It’s always a gradual scale. The pain can be so little that it’s there but has no impact on the person’s daily life. Or it can be so large that the person can’t get out of bed. And many faces in between. Always gradual. I think I’ve learned that mine is more of a cliff. I can fully function…until I can’t.
I wonder if I’m the only one. I wonder if I’m the only one who feels strength and weakness at the same time. I wonder if I’m the only one who feels courage and fear at the same time. I wonder if I’m the only one who is afraid to say how much it hurts.
I wish I could meet David. I want to ask him…were you afraid when you said that to Goliath?. If so…why did you pick up 5 stones…and not 1?
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