{"id":131,"date":"2024-01-30T10:23:06","date_gmt":"2024-01-30T15:23:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brokenandbeautifulretreats.com\/?p=131"},"modified":"2024-02-08T11:04:25","modified_gmt":"2024-02-08T16:04:25","slug":"finding-joy-in-the-mourning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brokenandbeautifulretreats.com\/finding-joy-in-the-mourning\/","title":{"rendered":"Finding Joy in the Mourning: Psalm 13"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
We sat in the doctor\u2019s office for two of my children\u2019s well checks. I knew it to be customary for annual shots to take place, but I didn\u2019t give it much thought as the doctor asked her routine questions, seeking to glean insight into behaviors, habits and norms so she could ensure my children were on a path of health. Her intentions were pure, but the mood changed quickly when she said the dreaded word. Shots.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My kids tensed up. Tears began forming in the corners of their eyes. They were totally and completely fine with conversation, but a shot crossed the boundary of \u201cokay\u201d to \u201cno way.\u201d They wanted nothing of it. Glares were sent my way for allowing the doctor to do what I knew could help them. But when the nurse came in to administer their shots, they reached for my hand. As I held it tightly I said what likely every parent has said at one point: <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDeep breaths. It won\u2019t take long, I promise. It will be over before you know it.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n There\u2019s a shift in our capacity to endure hardship when we see an end in sight. <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n What would be unbearable if time were endless somehow becomes manageable when we know it isn\u2019t going to last forever. <\/p>\n\n\n\n When we can see the end\u2014the light at the end of the tunnel\u2014we can hold on to the hope that this isn\u2019t forever<\/em>. This is just for now<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But what about those times when light isn\u2019t even visible in the far distance? Hope isn\u2019t visible on the horizon?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n David\u2014the same shepherd who defeated Goliath, seeing God\u2019s goodness despite his weaknesses\u2014experienced these same feelings of hopelessness that we do to this day. <\/p>\n\n\n\n 1 Samuel 19:1-2 paints the scene of where David\u2019s mindset likely was in Psalm 13. He was running from Saul who\u2019s jealousy got the best of him and sent his army to find and kill David. His enemies were on the hunt, and David was terrified. He felt alone, helpless and depressed. When hope isn\u2019t visible, those feelings can find any one of us, myself included. <\/p>\n\n\n\n As of late, I have found myself screaming prayers of lament to God. As David does in Psalm 13, I question when enough is enough. How long, God, do I have to deal with my challenges? How long until I get some reprieve? I love the Messenger version\u2019s interpretation of the repetitive phrase found in Psalm 13: 1-2. It shifts \u201cHow long\u201d (a question David is asking God) to \u201cLong enough\u201d (a statement of desperation). This is long enough, I beg. Give me a break. Please!<\/p>\n\n\n\n David\u2019s prayer of suffering can become a template for our prayers of suffering, too. And the three parts of Psalm 13 give us hope even when we can\u2019t find the lighter to light a match in the darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n How long, Lord?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me?<\/em> <\/p>\nPsalm 13:1-2<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n It is no coincidence that David asks \u201chow long\u201d four times in two verses. He\u2019s desperate. He\u2019s in the depths of despair. He\u2019s feeling a bit forgotten and, like most of us, would like to know when his pain and suffering will end. He\u2019s feeling all the feelings of what suffering offers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n We\u2019ve all been there, I know. When the hits of the week just won\u2019t stop. Another kid gets sick. Deadlines loom. You feel like you keep letting people down. You give it your all and yet, the car breaks, a water pipe bursts in the front yard and your child\u2019s teacher has requested a meeting. I\u2019m sure I\u2019m not alone in wondering where the next ax will fall in times like these. It feels never ending; like God has a magnifying glass out and we are His victims. <\/p>\n\n\n\n But we know better. <\/strong>Our God isn\u2019t a God who does this to us or wants this for us. He loves us deeply. He doesn\u2019t forget us or hide from us. It\u2019s us<\/em> who does the hiding and forgetting. He is just and wants to carry our load; it\u2019s not meant for us alone. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019m reminded that feelings aren\u2019t facts.<\/em> In fact, many times, they create false narratives altogether. Feelings are indicators of something not being right, but in and of themselves, they aren\u2019t always true. My fear of spiders doesn\u2019t mean that all spiders are out to get me. Quite the opposite; they are more fearful of me than I of them! My worry about the future doesn\u2019t mean that the future has something that is worthy of my worry. My interpretation of a friend\u2019s text message doesn\u2019t indicate the tone in which she intended for it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n In Psalm 13:1-2, David is being honest about his feelings. He\u2019s giving them to God. And, despite feeling forgotten, I love that he doesn\u2019t deny God\u2019s existence, which is sometimes many of us do when we walk similar paths as David. Instead of questioning God\u2019s existence, he turned to Him, begging for reprieve. God\u2019s timing isn\u2019t always in alignment with our\u2019s, but I promise you He\u2019s listening. <\/p>\n\n\n\n A Prayer for Clarity<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Look on me and answer, Lord my God. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death, and my enemy will say, \u201cI have overcome him,\u201d and my foes will rejoice when I fall. <\/em><\/p>\nPsalm 13:3-4<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n I\u2019ve been known to think in song. Lyrics swim in my mind as I process life, and from time to time, they come out as answers to questions people ask me, words of advice I offer to my children or confusing sentence fragments to those who are looking for clarity instead of more uncertainty. <\/p>\n\n\n\n When I consider what it takes to find clarity, I am transported back to my highschool religion class at the all girls Catholic highschool I attended. I had the best<\/em> religion teacher a girl could ask for. She was at the beginning of laying the foundation for full body praying and worshiping for me. Each week, she\u2019d pull our class together in a small, nearly hidden room of our high school where we would congregate together to praise God. It was there she taught me this song from the musical Godspell. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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