Psalm 40 trashed me this week. I almost had to pull off the road and just let the waves of sorrow and hope roll past.
“I waited patiently for the LORD, and He turned to me, and heard my cry.
He brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set me feet on a rock, and established my steps…”
I’m waiting for you, LORD, and you haven’t forgotten me in this horrible pit. It stinks down here.
I think it prepared me for a conversation with my daughter. She was angry and hurt. She added to the morning snarkiness. It was a lovely drive to church. Hmmm….
People in pain are sometimes a pain to be around. I’m not going to lie to ya. Very few of us are “heroic” all the time, right?
It actually takes a lot more grace to be kind and selfless when you’re chronically ill. Family always sees the “poopy” side of each other any day. Add pain and chronic illness. It’s a recipe for lots of poopy days.
So I took a long walk with my daughter to help us scoop out some poop.
First scoop: God is good. Satan is bad. Don’t get the two mixed up!
Then I read about the tragic death of a 17 year old on her way to a missions trip. The “blame God game” was alive and well in the comments section. Venom dripped out of so many tongues that I clicked off pretty quickly.
Second scoop: God owes us a happy life full of wine and roses! NOT!
Instead, remember what He has given us. We are forever in His debt. His love and forgiveness through His own beloved Son! His mercies and forgiveness are beyond measure to those who believe. This life’s pain is a temporary drop in the bucket compared to eternal life.
It’s unbearably excruciating at times. It feels like it will last forever. But the pain is so temporary. Paul calls it “light affliction”!
Third scoop: God has forgotten about me down in this miserable pit of my current circumstance!
No, He listens to you, just like he listened to David. He thinks of us with thoughts at cannot be numbered.
“O, Lord, my God, You have done many wonderful works, and your thoughts toward us cannot be compared; if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.”
Almighty Creator God thinks about me. How can that be?
Dear caregiving wife, if you’re at all like me, it’s easy to let our minds fill up with poop! It’s up to us to keep shoveling it out and to spend time with others who will uplift us in prayer, promises, and praise! Sometimes we need to hand our kid a shovel and gently help them scoop, too.
This link below is my loving shovel for you. I was so blessed by this article.
What helps you keep from being sucked under in that miry pit? Hand me a shovel, too, please!