My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me? Why are You so far from helping Me, And from the words of My groaning? O My God, I cry in the daytime, but You do not hear; And in the night season, and am not silent. ~Psalm 22:1-2
Not long ago, whenever I read a mournful psalm, such as this one, I would be reminded of all the times that I felt like even God had turned away from me.
And there were a lot of those memories.
I’d read the psalm and weep as the feelings of abandonment and rejection washed over me.
But something has happened in the past several weeks.
Somehow…. at some point in recent history, this has ceased to be the case.
We read Psalm 22 in church on Sunday and I felt nothing but joy. Because even at the darkest time in my personal history, I know that I wasn’t actually abandoned.
The pain of abandonment and rejection has dissipated.
And even when nothing goes right, I’m still ok. Because I’m tucked safely in a little corner of His hand and He’s watching over me with care.