Saturday, June 10, 2023

Consumed like smoke

Top of a hill, Conel, General Santos City

God knows us intimately. He understands precisely what we go through when we suffer. In Psalm 102, David calls out to God from the pits of sorrow and despair. The New King James Version annotates this Psalm as "A Prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed and pours out his complaint before the Lord."
For my days are consumed like smoke,
And my bones are burned like a hearth.
My heart is stricken and withered like grass,
So that I forget to eat my bread.
Because of the sound of my groaning
My bones cling to my skin.
I am like a pelican of the wilderness;
I am like an owl of the desert.
I lie awake,
And am like a sparrow alone on the housetop.
These are precisely the words I need to hear today. Praise be to God for His Word!



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