“You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your record?
Then my enemies will retreat in the day when I call.
This I know, that God is for me.
In God, whose word I praise, in the Lord, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I am not afraid.
What can a mere mortal do to me?”
Psalm 56:8-11 (NRSV, boldface mine)
My out-of-the-box God is on my side.
He is the storm that has pummeled me, and He is my place of safety through the storm.
God has not turned a deaf ear to my sorrowful songs, He has written the verses of my lamentations onto His own heart.
My God gives me strength, Wisdom, Life.
I give to Him my pain, my heartache and fear.
The gift of my grief, given to Him, is deemed as worthy as my praise:
“The sacrifice acceptable to God is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.”
Psalm 51:17 (NRSV)
My heart, once hardened and brittle, is now softened. Strong.
I am not cursed because I have been led into a time of trial,
I am blessed that my God would pour so much of Himself into my little life.
He has called me by name, and I have answered Him.
He leads me through fire, and I walk after Him through flame.
He shapes me, and I surrender to His transformative power.
He whispers Wisdom into my secret heart; I am a cache for His treasures.
Though I am foolish, He makes me wise.
Though I am weak, in Him I am strong.
Though I appear as one cursed, I am blessed beyond measure.
My God is on my side.
And I, on His.