overflow, lament’s nature

8 Oct

The Psalms sing and speak; grief and rejoice. They all, though, enter the Lord’s presence, his metaphorical temple, his heart, his spirit to be close. In true ‘overflow’ even sorrow, my hurts and cries and whispers are heard, felt, stored and handed over to another, to my Lord, my Father, my love, as in Psalm 73.

When my heart was grieved
and my spirit embittered,I was senseless and ignorant;
I was a brute beast before you.
Yet I am always with you;
you hold me by my right hand.
You guide me with your counsel,
and afterward you will take me into glory.
Whom have I in heaven but you?
And earth has nothing I desire besides you.
My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever.
may all the peoples praise you. Psalm 73:21-26

In my overflow all is saved; nothing is lost, wasted. Not a moment or a year.

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