I waited patiently for the Lord; he inclined to me and heard my cry. He drew me up from the desolate pit, 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. Happy are those who make the Lord their trust, who do not turn to the proud, to those who go astray after false gods. You have multiplied, O Lord my God, your wondrous deeds and your thoughts towards us; none can compare with you. Were I to proclaim and tell of them, they would be more than can be counted.
Reflection by Janet Derby
The psalms are filled with cries to God. Depending on how they are counted, somewhere between 40 and 70 percent of the psalms can be classified as laments. Sometimes reading them can be depressing. These days, when reading the morning paper or hearing the news is often disheartening, Psalm 40 begins with the psalmist in the pit, but quickly moves to thanksgiving to God for saving him and allowing him to take a new path. Some days we need that reorientation of our outlook. Many years ago, I recall being at the grocery store after learning that my sister-in-law was bringing my mother-in-law to move in with us. I was feeling overwhelmed by the change in our lives that was occurring. The person behind me in line looked at my cart and commented that it looked like I was buying food for a boarding house. I still recall how it made me laugh and think how close to the truth she was. We never know how God provides relief for us, but like the psalmist, we can trust that God will.
Faithful God, Thank you for your constant presence and thoughts toward us. Help us to bring a message of hope and love to someone today. Amen.