Comfort in Psalms

July 31, 2015

Dear Levi

And then I crawl into bed after writing the last post and pull out my Bible, crepe paper blossoms turning softly in the air above my head. My room warm and quiet at midnight, lit by a soft golden glow from the lamp in the corner. Psalm 30, the psalm of the day. Random.

"O Lord my God, I cried unto thee and thou has healed me." This is a completed verb, a full healing. That means God will finish what he started, it won't be like this gaping hole forever.

"O Lord, thou has brought up my soul from the grave, though ahs kept me alive that I should not go down into the pit." This is God's work, not man's.

"For his anger endureth but a moment, in his favor is life. Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."

This night will not last. There is a tomorrow morning. Not random chance. Not hopeless delusions. But definite trust in God's master plan. I mean, look where it has brought us.

My phone may not go off tonight with those delicious, coveted chimes. And it's okay to be sad in the night. But I can cry still knowing that God is working to bring a beautiful sunrise. I can't comprehend how it will ever be okay again. But I have to trust that it will be.

Your star,
Rigel