Excerpt from A Life's Symphony of Joy by Susan R. Slade
Psalm 42:4–5
When I remember
these things, I pour out my soul in me:
for I had gone with
the multitude, I went with them to the house of God,
with the voice of
joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
Why art thou cast
down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me?
hope thou in God:
for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
HOPE (Webster’s
1828 American Dictionary of the English Language): Confidence in a future
event; the highest degree of well-founded expectation of good; as a hope
founded on God's gracious promises; a scriptural sense. A well founded
scriptural hope is, in our religion, the source of ineffable happiness.
INEFFABLE (Webster’s 1828 American Dictionary of the English Language): adjective
[Latin ineffabilis; in and effabilis, from effor, to speak.] Unspeakable;
unutterable; that cannot be expressed in words; usually in a good sense; as the
ineffable joys of heaven; the ineffable glories of the Deity.
In Psalm 42,
The psalmist reminds himself that he once had been the pied piper of the
worshippers. However, at that time, his
soul was parched, anguished for the quenching power of the Lord’s presence. His enemies constantly badgered and harassed
him concerning God’s seeming lack of faithfulness to him. They were in essence saying, “This best Friend
of yours has abandoned you.” The psalmist
started to believe the taunting of the haters, and asked the Lord, “Why have
You forgotten me?” Then he asked
himself, “Why are you behaving this way? Why are you drowning in a self-made
pity party?” He turned his focus off of himself and off of
the problems and onto his solution—the all-knowing, all-seeing, all-powerful
God.
After
graduation from ORU, I moved from the vibrancy of campus life into an apartment
building designed for the elderly and physically or mentally challenged. Many of my neighbors were severely mentally
impaired and, if off their medications, could be frightening. I was in self-imposed isolation due to fear. I went through a really deep depression, to
the point that I hardly spoke, except to talk to God in prayer, because I was
so depressed and empty. It lasted I
don’t even know how many months. I would
pray, and I would cry. Then I would pray
and cry some more. I would be frank with
God in my heart because I reasoned that God knew anyway, so I might as well say
what I was feeling and thinking because I couldn’t hide anything from a God who
knows everything. I was very forthcoming
about my pain, emotional as well as physical. The emotional even eclipsed the physical at
that time. I can’t even say when it
began, because I was praying continuously and crying out to God, but gradually,
in the fullness of God’s time, He was faithful to lift the cloud of depression.
I was able to experience the free
exercise of joy once again.
When you are
in a time of despair, don’t neglect to wrap yourself in prayer. At the
appointed time, the Lord will lift your cares.
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