Okay, I know we do this a lot (or at least I do), but you have to read Beth’s reflection on chapter 88 from last time we read through Psalms. I love when she reminds us to not accept death; it was never intended for us.
Just last week, my sister and her husband were clobbered by a death in the family. Familiar with grief and unexpected loss, they’re still overwhelmed and yet she wisely pointed out “we’re not suppose to know how to handle death, it’s not what God wanted for us”.
Bethany’s post weaves the hope of the gospel into the psalmist’s cries of despair. (And someone also ties it all back in to going streaking.)
“Bend down, O Lord, and hear my prayer;
answer me, for I need your help.
Protect me, for I am devoted to you.
Save me, for I serve you and trust you.
You are my God.
Be merciful to me, O Lord,
for I am calling on you constantly.
Give me happiness, O Lord,
for I give myself to you.
O Lord, you are so good, so ready to forgive,
so full of unfailing love for all who ask for your help.
Listen closely to my prayer, O Lord;
hear my urgent cry.
I will call to you whenever I’m in trouble,
and you will answer me.
No pagan god is like you, O Lord.
None can do what you do!
All the nations you made
will come and bow before you, Lord;
they will praise your holy name.
For you are great and perform wonderful deeds.
You alone are God.”
I keep coming back to chapter 86.
Thank you, Lord, for being a God who bends down and listens. There is no one like Jehovah.