To bear this long, tedious, unremarkable suffering--not worthy of pity or warranting complaint, dull, not heroic, incomprehensible to myself and everyone else--is probably the most essential task of my life, and will bear more fruit than anything that I aspire to accomplish.
I am bowed and brought to my knees;
every day I go about mourning.
All my frame burns with fever;
all my body is sick.
I am numb and utterly crushed;
I wail with anguish of heart.
My Lord, my deepest yearning is before you;
my groaning is not hidden from you.
My heart shudders, my strength is spent;
the very light of my eyes has failed....
Do not forsake me, O Lord;
my God, be not far from me!
Come quickly to help me,
my Lord and my salvation!
~Psalm 38:7-11, 22-23
Here are some excerpts from Psalm 38 that I pondered today.
I am bowed and brought to my knees;
every day I go about mourning.
All my frame burns with fever;
all my body is sick.
I am numb and utterly crushed;
I wail with anguish of heart.
My Lord, my deepest yearning is before you;
my groaning is not hidden from you.
My heart shudders, my strength is spent;
the very light of my eyes has failed....
Do not forsake me, O Lord;
my God, be not far from me!
Come quickly to help me,
my Lord and my salvation!
~Psalm 38:7-11, 22-23
