I’m learning that consolation in confining times is not in my having this life and its circumstances all figured out, but abiding in the One who does.
It is physically impossible to maintain a state of emotion (whatever it is) indefinitely. In one sense, it is natural that we don’t feel very sympathetic any longer.
God uniquely created each of us in His image and with ability to create, if only in a small way. Our God-given imagination fuels creativity. It can help us tell stories to encourage others, bring beauty through words and art, help us work through difficult situations, or to entertain and make someone happy.
Living in the middle is where transformation occurs as we actively live out lives that reflect the God we serve. Our identity is now in Him, not in our circumstances. We see his fingerprints all over our circumstances. He is in the waiting.
I find it striking that Psalm 88 includes virtually no words of reassurance. Nowhere does the psalmist add parenthetically, “But you are the Lord of mercy and compassion,” or anything else like this. Most psalms of lament include words of hope. Not Psalm 88. Here we find dark despair.