By Rose McCormick Brandon
For months, I’ve been praying earnestly for a breakthrough in a certain matter. Several times it’s looked like the answer had arrived then the bottom fell out again. Yesterday, discouragement took hold of me. “What¹s the use in praying? How long will this situation go on? Why aren¹t You listening, Lord?” These thoughts swirled in my mind.
I told the Lord I was worn out from praying, sick of waiting for answers. This morning my regular reading took me to Psalm 126:4-6 (The Message):
“And now, God, do it again bring rains to our drought-stricken lives so those who planted their crops in despair
will shout hurrahs at the harvest, So those who went off with heavy hearts will come home laughing, with armloads of blessing.”
Eugene Peterson comments, “It’s clear that the one who wrote this psalm and those who sang it were no strangers to the dark side of things.” These folks knew about tears and suffering.
Everyone suffers. But God knows how to turn our tears into joy. These people left with heavy hearts like mine, but came home laughing, blessed. Today, this Scripture nourished my soul, the part of me that nothing can reach but God¹s Spirit.
Jesus expressed this nourishing of the soul when He told His worried disciples that He had food to eat that they hadn’t yet experienced (John 4:32). This Scripture made my heart joyful again and caused me to look beyond my discouragement, to experience joy in the midst of suffering. It also gave me perspective ‹ what a small suffering mine is compared to that of the psalm’s writer.
My faith renewed, I¹m praying, “Yes God, do it again! Rain down on my prayer crops; fill my arms with harvest blessings.”
*Rose McCormick Brandon and her husband, Doug, live in Caledonia, Ontario, Canada
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