I’ve got to tell you, I’ve struggled to maintain a glad heart lately. I keep looking at the world through tear-stained glasses. There are so many battles on any given day, heaps of hurt that can’t be shared, only silently witnessed by our Lord and Savior. Circumstances seem to plow through my life in this season and leave another dark scar. I’m having a hard time staying glad. I’m having a hard time staying grateful.
Over and over again, I am encouraged by David. His psalms ricochet along the hard path of life with me. He ping-pongs from rage and despair to earnest assurance and absolute trust. He is human. He is hurting. He is trying to trust. He is me. The cares of the world make contact; and he and I, and I suspect you, also, bruise and bleed and break but we always get back to the truth.
“because you will not abandon me to the realm of the dead, nor will you let your faithful one see decay. You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.” (Psalm 16:10-11 NIV)
David was the comeback kid because no matter how hard the world smacked him around, he always came back to what he knew that he knew about God. David was the comeback kid because while he felt what he felt, he trusted God over and around and through those feelings. David was the comeback kid because he allowed the upturned earth of his life to become fine furrows for planting; and the fields borne in his agony have become resting places for millions.
