My Times Are In Your Hands
Be
merciful to me, LORD, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my
soul and body with grief. My life is consumed by anguish and my years by
groaning; my strength fails because of my affliction, and my bones grow weak.
Because of all my enemies, I am the utter contempt of my neighbors and an
object of dread to my closest friends— those who see me on the street flee from
me. I am forgotten as though I were dead; I have become like broken pottery.
For I hear many whispering, “Terror on every side!” They conspire against me
and plot to take my life.
But I
trust in you, LORD; I say, “You are my God.” My times are in your hands;
deliver me from the hands of my enemies, from those who pursue me.
Psalm 31:9-15
Today
marks the 10th anniversary of the terrorist attacks on the
The
loss of thousands of lives was compounded by the deep loss of our feelings of
security.
Those
horrific events are not the only painful memories of September 11. No matter
what kind of sorrow we experience, there is only one real comfort – the mercy
of God. Only in the mercy of God can we find comfort for our pain and peace for
our troubled hearts.
In all
losses, we can turn to the true Shepherd, Jesus Christ, who alone can heal our
brokenness and grief.
When God permits suffering, He also provides comfort.
Our Daily Bread –