“For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my misery, and my bones waste away.” vs. 10
The psalmist wasn’t just having a bad day…his misery had become chronic and times of joy were but a distant memory. Most of us probably can’t identify with such long-lasting pain and sorrow…but some can! These are those who deal with depression, grieving, and sadness every day of their lives. Sometimes they can mask their feelings and put on a happy face for the sake of family and friends, but on the inside there’s only misery, a wasting away, and a sense that there is no hope. Their prayers are simple: “Give me the strength, Lord, to make it through another day,” or “My times are in your hands, O God, have mercy on me.” And many do find the strength they crave. They are lifted up to live another day and to even reach beyond themselves as a source of support to other hurting persons. Sometimes it’s the people who know pain intimately who are best equipped to bring hugs and understanding to all those others suffering the sorrows of daily living. Their knowing compassion gives them instant credibility and turns them into wounded healers. As Jesus says, “Blessed are those who mourn,” and we pray that they too will one day find peace and comfort.
Thought for the Day: Where can a wounded healer find comfort?