Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me

(The video capture is taken by myself, when I was walking for finding my peace of mind)

After a hard day, when I had several discussions with the leading team of our congregation, I had a walk at the sea side trying to give some rest to my brain. I couldn’t find anything enough interesting to change my mood. Without being conscious about it, one verset from a Psalm started to stir me up. It was the verset 7th of the Psalm 42. The poetry of this psalm and the hope I could find in it, instead of the tragic reality in which the author lived, have helped me to be more optimistic regarding my concern about how I would be useful for those in need in these special times. I was feeling helpless, because to the needs of our congregation it had been added an other challenge. The Southend on Sea Hospital ask our help and acceptance to be ready to help in cause of necessity. I have chosen to copy the text of the Psalm below:

As the deer pants for streams of water,
    so my soul pants for you, my God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
    When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food
    day and night,
while people say to me all day long,
    “Where is your God?”
These things I remember
    as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go to the house of God
    under the protection of the Mighty One[d]
with shouts of joy and praise
    among the festive throng.

Why, my soul, are you downcast?
    Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
    for I will yet praise him,
    my Savior and my God.

My soul is downcast within me;
    therefore I will remember you
from the land of the Jordan,
    the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep
    in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
    have swept over me.

By day the Lord directs his love,
    at night his song is with me—
    a prayer to the God of my life.

I say to God my Rock,
    “Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go about mourning,
    oppressed by the enemy?”
10 My bones suffer mortal agony
    as my foes taunt me,
saying to me all day long,
    “Where is your God?”

11 Why, my soul, are you downcast?
    Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
    for I will yet praise him,
    my Savior and my God.

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