The Miry Bog

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I cannot dig myself out of any grief pit. In my grief, I must wait on the LORD to pull me out:

“I waited patiently for the LORD; he inclined to me and heard my cry. He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure. He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear and put their trust in the LORD [Psalm 40:1-3].”

I want so badly to do something in my grief, something to save myself from all of this mucky darkness; but, then, I think that is the point of suffering. It reminds us that we can do nothing to save ourselves. We must be saved. By Jesus. He is the One who sets our feet upon a rock and puts a new song in our mouths.

Grief is simply waiting on the LORD, turning in repentance and faith to the only One who can save us.

Have mercy, Lord Jesus. Come quickly!