(Lent 5A Psalm 130)
Out of the depths I cry to you, O LORD.
Lord, hear my voice! Let your ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications!
If you, O LORD, should mark iniquities, Lord, who could stand?
But there is forgiveness with you, so that you may be revered.
I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I hope; my soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning, more than those who watch for the morning. (Psalm 130:1-6, NRSV)
I say it a lot. I love the Psalms for their humanity, for the sense
that I am not the first person to feel as rotten or angry or despairing
or abandoned as I may feel, that the condition will pass, and I will
move forward, really, just as others have done before me.
Today my office administrator is recovering from emergency surgery. She went in for an ultrasound yesterday and was diagnosed with an ectopic pregnancy. I am grateful this morning that she did not wait, that her life was not literally put at risk, but I am sad with her for the loss of the potential life and the tube as well. I am sad with her and in prayer for her; she sleeps at home and I try to figure out what needs to be done in the office, but on the inside, we are watching for the morning, both of us, from the depths.