Weary With Sorrow
Have you ever been “laid
low in the dust”?
Has your soul been “weary
with sorrow”?
In God’s word you can
find strength
And courage to face
tomorrow.
“I am laid low in the dust;
preserve my life according to
your word.
Psalm 119:25 (NIV)
I
know what it is to be “weary with sorrow”.
The Amplified Bible describes it well, “My life dissolves and weeps
itself away from heaviness.” In August
of 2000 the son God had blessed me with four years earlier, moved to another
state to go to school. That same month
two beloved family friends died. Later
that month I had such severe chest pains the school nurse called the
paramedics. In October, my daughter also finished high school and moved out of
state. That month I moved in with my parents because my father had cancer. Daddy
died in January 2001. Less than three weeks later Jim, who had been Dad’s
friend since they were seven years old, passed away. In March of that year my uncle suffered a
head injury and was in a coma for over a month. That fall his 35-year-old
daughter died of cirrhosis of the liver. At the same time his other daughter
went to jail. In the span of two years I attended funerals or “viewings” of no
fewer than 16 family members and close friends.
I had four sixth grade students threaten violence against other students
in those same two years.
Yes,
I found myself weeping often. I
recounted all this to God. I chose to
focus on the blessings he has given me and the wonders he has performed both
historically and in my own life. He
strengthened me and set my heart free.
It is possible to be weeping in sorrow yet confidently singing “Like a
child I will dance in Your presence. Oh, let the joy of heaven fall down on me”
at the same time.
Amid
all the sorrow and stress, God performed many miracles. My uncle regained his ability to walk,
talk, eat, and live a fairly normal life.
His sense of humor remained intact in spite of his own sorrows. My children are healthy, and Tom met and
married a godly young woman. Even though I had not called the church, God sent
one of my ministers into the hospital room just as Daddy was literally
breathing his last breath. What a blessing he was to me and my family. Jim’s
wife and my mother were been able to comfort and encourage each other. The cousin with cirrhosis of the liver came
to know the Lord before she died. The
family members and friends we “lost” are not lost at all because we are
confident they are with the Lord. No
students were physically harmed after those four threats.
God’s
word is true. He is in control, and he
is my strength.
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