For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.
I’ve had my fill of trouble; I’m camped on the edge of hell.
My study Bible calls this psalm a desperate prayer for healing in sickness. I bet I’ve written about this before, but when I first realized that a week of rest wasn’t going to cure me, I was really shocked. As the weeks passed, I became desperate. I remember lying on the floor in utter desolation and this definition crossed my mind: hell is the absence of God. Yet there was a place in my heart that remembered God‘s mercy and faithfulness and kept believing in God’s presence. I thank God that I can pray this desperate prayer, and still God works through a tiny place in my heart.
Lord, you are with me even when I’m camping on the edge of hell. Thank-you for that place in my heart that remembered your mercy and faithfulness. Amen.
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