When bad things happen, it’s normal to be sad. You can tell
yourself that things will get better – and usually they do. But sometimes they
don’t. And nothing is more depressing than hopelessness. In this verse, the
psalmist offers a cure for depression: put your hope in God. What is he hoping
that God will do? Fix his problems? There’s no promise of that. Turn his
sadness into praise? Yes. How can that be? Isn’t it unreasonable to expect that
we should be able to praise God even in our darkest hour? Not if we put our
hope in him as Savior and God.
Five years ago, my
husband was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. It was inoperable,
chemotherapy didn’t work, and immunotherapy
didn't seem to slow down the growth of the cancer that had spread to his liver. One year in, his
oncologist was surprised that my husband was still alive, he was puzzled as to why
he was not in pain, and he was astonished by our reaction every time he delivered more
bad news. Yes, we wanted healing – for the cancer to go away. I wanted my
husband to be healthy and able to enjoy our grandchildren, to be active in
church and the community again, and to be able to travel like we used to. Instead, he died two years after being told he would only live six to twelve months.
But
we hoped in the Lord. It was more than hope for good health. It was hope that
God had a plan, that we could bring him glory through our troubles, that we would be able to stand before the throne of God and know that it was worth it. This hope is not wishful thinking.
It may be a mystery to those who place their hope in riches
or medicine or wishes, but I claim the promise that Paul wrote about in
Philippians chapter four: the peace of God which transcends all understanding.
That is how my hope turns into praise.
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I have really been enjoying your blog posts, Connie! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThanks, JR. It's good to know who is reading them. Loved the picture of you at Chris's wedding rehearsal!
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