I sat in the dentist office with one of my children a little before 7 this morning. We watched the news as tornados wrecked a swath of destruction across several states.
I’ve felt a little like that lately. Buffeted. Ready to cry out “How long O Lord? and Relent, we pray! When will the Devourer be turned back? Remember you promise!” I have waited–not in the patient expectation of the faithful, I fear–but in hand wringing anxiety, as our family faced a few challenging situations.
The dentist appointment for a routine filling turned into a much larger problem than anticipated, involving several return trips and a rather large bill. The combination of guilt that we didn’t catch the problem sooner and overwhelmedness at the expense was enough to send me over that edge I’ve been on for a while.
After taking care of the things I could do- I collapsed in my office chair, turned on some Psalms, and just cried. How long O Lord?
Psalm 147 spoke to me today.
Praise the Lord!
For it is good to sing praises to our God;
For it is pleasant, and praise is beautiful
The Lord builds up Jerusalem; He gathers the outcasts of Israel.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
He counts the number of the stars and calls them all by name.
Great is the Lord, and mighty in power; His understanding is infinite.
The Lord lifts up the humble; He casts the wicked down to the ground.
Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving;
Sing praises on the harp to our God,
Who covers the heavens with clouds,
Who prepares rain for the earth,
Who makes grass grow on the mountains.
he gives to the beast its food,
And to the young ravens that cry.
He does not delight in the strength of a horse;
He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.
The Lord takes pleasure in those who fear Him,
In those who hope in His mercy.