From the end of the earth, I will call to you, when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For You have been a refuge for me, A tower of strength against the enemy.
Let me dwell in Your tent forever; Let me take refuge in the shelter of Your wings. Psalm 61:2-4
Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; My heart is appalled within me.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all Your doings; I muse on the work of Your hands.
I stretch out my hands to You; My soul longs for You, as a parched land. Psalm 146:3-6
For the first time in a very long time, today I was thinking about death with longing in my heart. I looked at the sunset, and wished I never had to see another one. These are familiar thoughts for me, but because of Joyce Meyer’s teachings, I haven’t had them for a long time.
My heart has been overwhelmed this week. As the Psalmist said, my heart has been appalled within me. So, I began looking up Scripture, like the two verses above. I quoted Scripture, and remembered how God had helped me through these things in the past, and I felt at peace.
When my emotions had calmed down, I talked with God about how I never seem to get used to the fact I live in a fallen, sinful world where people die and get hurt; I’m continually shocked when I read the newspaper at how horrible this world can be. How many years do I have to live here before life doesn’t shock or depress me?
My family is going through some trials right now. I don’t mind going through trials myself, (well, I do) but I loathe seeing anyone else suffering. It feels like my heart is breaking. Right now, my sweet sister-in-law of my sister Liz, has been told her cancerous tumor has shrunk, but it is still at stage 4, which is terminal.
My niece was injured at work last week. She works for a TV show doing hair and make-up. She was loading the truck with her stuff when the driver lurched forward. Her arm was stuck and it was pulled and wrenched and she can’t use it now. I hope it will heal completely, but who knows?
Yesterday, my granddaughter’s kneecap was pulled sideways out of its socket. She was screaming in pain and the paramedics had to knock her out to get her into the ambulance. They gave her pain pills that put her in a delirium. She thought she was in Interstellar with Matthew Mcconaughy. Then she came out of it, they wrapped her knee and she went home. Later she had a panic attack and had to go back to the hospital. She is scared stiff the knee will come out again. They put a splint on it. She can’t move for a week. She is coming to my place for me to take care of while her boyfriend is at work.
My youngest daughter had to move to Lethbridge, Alberta from Princeton, BC in JANUARY- in CANADA! If you live in Canada, you know what that can mean. Well, the weather was good until the last two hours when a blizzard hit. She couldn’t see the sides of the road through the mountains. She was following her husband’s car and she felt he was going too fast so she just broke down and sobbed and sobbed while driving until they reached Lethbridge. At least she made it, but I worry about her poor psyche. And since she is the mother of Hope, she is upset she can’t be here for her.
My grandson is still trying to get off drugs and is having a terrible time. He went to rehab, left and now had decided to take a drug at a drug clinic that may help him get off his drugs. His mom has been staying with him for the last month, trying to help him cut back, get clean etc. She looks like she has been through hell – and she has. I went with her to his place when he was in rehab for a day and a night. There are cigarette burns everywhere – all over his new sofa, all over his bed and on the new carpet. I was horrified, and wondered why the place hadn’t gone up in flames by now. I guess I can thank God and fire-retardant chemicals for that. His mom told me when he is doing his drug of choice he falls asleep when he is smoking.
My husband has bones rubbing together and has to have back surgery soon. I have fibromyalgia every day and I’ve had a horrible cold for two weeks and have had to sit up to sleep for a week. One of my daughters needs money and we have none to give her. My mom lives with us and is extremely weak and frail.
There. I could go on, but I’ll spare you if you have made it down the page this far. Yes, I feel overwhelmed and my heart hurts.
Thinking of how God has helped me in the past, I remember he saw me through the death of my other grandson, he gave me strength to take care of my mother when she was much sicker than she is now, he was with me through my husband’s cancer and subsequent illnesses, he has helped me with fibromyalgia.
God has led me to the rock that is higher than I – Jesus. I look at his courage and his steadfast life with his Father and I know he can help me. He was assailed from many directions but he kept his peace. I can’t see Jesus running around wondering what to do. No, he wasn’t like that.
Jesus did feel overwhelmed in the garden of Gethsemane. God sent an angel to strengthen him, and God does that for us today. And he himself stands beside us to give us hope and strength. The Bible says he holds us by our right hand.
“For I am the LORD your God, who upholds your right hand, Who says to you, ‘Do not fear, I will help you.'” Isaiah 41:13
One thing God brought to my mind this morning,is to live one day at a time. I should not look ahead to wonder how well I can look after Hope or how long my sweet sister Heather will live. Jesus told us, “So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” Matthew 6:34