Encouraged by God

By Jennifer, CA.

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction so that we will be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.”  2 Corinthians 1:3-4 NASB1995 (New American Standard Bible – NASB 1995)

I have been hearing a lot about encouraging one another, in the different podcasts and reflections I have been looking into.  It made me recall St. Paul’s letter, about being encouraged by God.  In the New American Standard Bible’s translation, they use the word “comfort,” though I don’t think he means the “get comfortable” kind of comfort.  For Jesus does not promise us comfort on this earthly journey.  

After doing some research, I learned that the technical translation from Greek means “to call alongside.”  So this involves the confidence that we are not alone in our afflictions, but rather that we are accompanied and strengthened by the Holy Spirit.  It is always reassuring that we are not struggling as isolated beings, with no purpose or positive outcome, right?  And I think God has led us all to Leonie’s Longing to assure one another that He never leaves us.  

I think it is so important to call upon the Holy Spirit to speak to us, to be open to Him sending people into our lives, and to be an encouragement to one another on this journey to the eternal goal.  

God be Praised!

 

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Good Grief

By Carolyn Humphreys, O.C.D.S

Republished with permission from The Catholic Journal.

If we were aficionados of the comic strip Peanuts, we remember that loveable little boy named Charlie Brown. For many reasons, his common response was “Good grief.” Although it may be a popular term, it is more than just an idiom. The reasons that can cause us to say good grief seem endless. It could be a response to an irritation, surprise, dismay, or another emotion that is usually negative.

So where does the good come in? Despite the often insignificant everyday usage of “good grief” and its apparent origin, the words do have a serious appropriateness, both in themselves and to their connection with God. It is said that good grief is a euphemism for “good God,” that could mean we grieve a loss, but still maintain our faith in God who is all good. Even in the midst of whatever causes us grief, we can find comfort and hope in God’s love and mercy. We believe that he can eventually bring good out of the deepest of grief thus allowing grief to lead us closer to him through the absorption of, and reliance on, his goodness. God allows no evil from which greater good cannot be derived.

Because of the many losses we experience throughout life, the grief associated with them varies in intensity and in time. A petty irritant is minor, hardly a disturbing grief, while the death of our child is severe, and leaves an empty place in our heart for a lifetime. Time periods for grief can last for a short time or be long term. Although grief lessens and softens with time, it is not unusual for signs of grief to come back at unexpected times and unusual places without warning.

Grief is an essential and ordinary part of the human experience. Jesus shed tears at the grave of Lazarus. Jesus wept, knowing that he would raise Lazarus from the dead. He had hope in the future and knew joy was coming, but still cried. Jesus teaches us to embrace the darkness of loss, let it fall into our hearts, and then look to the slow rising dawn of a new and broader horizon.

We need to acknowledge our grief, for it is unique to each loss and to each person who experiences it. Loss is myriad, involving persons, places, or things, and the importance of each loss to us. Each person is different in circumstances, character, values, personality, beliefs, culture, and life experiences. Managing grief is essentially up to us, through what we know about it, our ability to deal with it, and our response to grace.

When our grief is new or raw, self pity is expected. And we may be overcome by it if we feel isolated, only think about the negative facets of our loss, or dwell on ruinous problems that could happen. Self pity becomes problematic if it leads to destructive tendencies such as deficient self care, clinical depression, or other aberrancies. Moving out of self pity occurs when we see a candle flame flickering in the dark, move closer to that light, and began transformation into hope. We come out of ourselves when we realize we are not alone in our grief and the spotlight on I and me broadens to include we and us. It is a beautiful occurrence to watch self pity evolve into growth producing self discoveries. Francis de Sales tells us, “We shall steer safely through every storm as long as our heart is right, our intention fervent, our courage steadfast, and our trust fixed on God.”

During the stormy seas of serious grief, it is easy for guilt to become part of the chaos. Trusting in God, and maintaining a right heart, keeps fact separate from inordinate desires or emotional responses, and remorse in the right perspective. However, if we survive a disaster, and dear ones do not, guilt can cause serious pain. It seems like everyone experiences some type of survival guilt during their lives. It happens during natural disasters, wars, terrorist attacks, pandemics or other catastrophic events. At a deep level it causes severe self doubt, significant confusion and worry. The big question that arises from guilt is “Could I have done more?” If we did all we could that was reasonable, and within our abilities, we can lay that question to rest. We remember medicine has its limits. There is more that is unknown than what is known about medicine. We also would not have wanted a dear one to undergo painful experimental treatment. We hold on to our trust in God, and accept ourselves, and our laws, within the circumstances that are beyond our control. Not all things work out right, have meaning, make sense, or have a reason. We are all flawed. Every organization in the world has flaws. With our flaws, confidence in the goodness of humanity, positive responses to grace, and security in the beneficence of God, we work together to make this world a better place.

Companions on the Way

How we respond during a grief event is just as important as how we respond after a grief event. Grief is like an uncharted territory where we experience starts, stops, dark, light, rugged terrain, rest spots, setbacks and progress. Travel is rough and smooth, hard and easy, and we get lost and found. When travel is difficult, we remember there are persons who have traveled this road before us from whom we can learn, and there will be persons who travel this road after us who may learn from us.

The ability to console others well about grief is a noble and tactful art. A young widow’s only child dies. A married couple whose child died a few years ago spends quiet time with her at the funeral home and after the burial. Their quiet presence does more for the mother than most of the words well meaning people offer. Silent presence is a helpful start in the long process of healing.

During this process we realize grief time is a sacred time set apart from our ordinary daily activities. It can be a special time for deep thoughts, or reflections about the good that was part of our loss, a favorite room in a house no longer ours, or a favorite poem or song of a dear one. Remembering pleasant, heart warming happenings softens and quells the harsh pain of grief.

Walking with persons in grief is a sensitive time. We recognize their vulnerability and refrain from forming judgments, being condescending, offering pious platitudes, or giving unsolicited advice about how they should feel or what they should do. If they talk about not being needed, we might suggest something they could do. If we do say something, it should come from careful listening for example, when they talk we do not interrupt with stories about ourselves unless we are asked. To be in the dark with someone who is in the dark creates a supportive bond. Sitting in the darkness takes more courage than standing outside the dark and talking about the light. Talk is secondary because most of the time we do not have the right words to offer. Sharing pain by listening with the heart, providing a hand to hold or a shoulder to cry on, maintaining eye contact, and not forcing people to talk about things if they do not wish to do so, can build trust, provide solace and be a greater comfort than sweet words. A quiet presence suggests, let’s face this together. We remember grief time is about them and not about us. We show our concern by nodding to show we are listening and acknowledging their feelings by short comments such as “That must have been difficult,” or “That must be hard for you.” We have no expectations other than being in the moment with them. We are not there to set goals or outline a strategy. Each loss is different and has its own set of burdens. We do what we can and leave the rest to God.

God and heaven can seem very distant at the start of deep grief. Suddenly faith can be like a freezing winter. God seems cold, distant, and even absent. Harriet Beecher Stowe wrote to a friend: “When the heart strings are suddenly cut, it is, I believe, a physical impossibility to feel faith or resignation; there is a revolt of the instinctive and animal system, and though we may submit to God, it is rather by constant painful effort than sweet interaction.” In time, and through painful effort, somehow in the darkness God is there.

Where is the Good in Grief?

“Measure thy life by loss and not by gain, not by the wine drunk but by the wine poured forth. For love’s strength stands in love’s sacrifice and he that suffers most has most to give.” (Ugo Bassi) These words are worth ruminating because they open the door to good found in grief.

Unlike Charlie Brown, after careful reflection the words “good grief” go beyond something we say. They concern something good we do or the good that is done to us. Goodness can emerge from grief as we meet its challenges in a realistic way. Henri Nouwen tells us, “You choose to live your losses as passages to anger, blame, hatred or resentment, or you choose to let these losses be passages to something new, something wider and deeper. The question is not how to avoid loss and make it not happen, but how to choose it as a passage, as an exodus to greater life and freedom.” If we find goodness in our grief, it leads to a deeper experience of living. We lay aside feelings that focus on the negatives of our loss, focus on the good memories in our loss, and start or find an activity that helps others as a result of our loss.  Feeling immobilized by sadness at what has been lost can be replaced by the prospect of finding goodness along the way ahead because our emphasis is on the common good instead of goods for me.

Marcel Proust wrote, “Happiness is beneficial for the body but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.” How does grief develop our mind? We may write a poem, essay, song, or booklet about our dear one who has died and include their gifts, talents, personality traits, character, impact on our life, and why they were an inspiration to us. This would honor their memory and share their life with relatives who did not know him or her. We could establish a scholarship, plant a tree, or start a garden in memory of a loved one. Through good grief we go beyond the pain as grief is transformed into purpose. Significant grief makes us more compassionate toward the anguish of others as we respond with active love to a marginalized group of people, a good cause, or a needed service. Well channeled grief expands the heart and soul. We grow in our love for God, others, and ourselves in ways we never dreamed because a loss has the power to stimulate spiritual and human development. And, with grace, we learn to live with paradox, conflict, and unanswered questions.

Jesus promised that not a single sparrow will fall from the sky without God our Father knowing it. We are worth much more than sparrows. We are so precious to God that he sent his only son into the world to die on the cross for us. We need to cling to this truth, especially when grief overwhelms us. Christ is fashioned anew within us when our thoughts no longer center on our grief issues. Our trust in God is greater than our problems related to loss. We seek God in our grief, knowing that he seeks us more. With God’s help, we can pour love into situations or circumstances that cause us grief and thereby draw out love which unfurls into good actions.

Our greatest good is Jesus Christ. It is said that knowledge is power, but more importantly it reduces fear. Therefore, it is our sacred duty to learn as much as we can about Jesus, which is the greatest adventure known to humankind. The apostle Paul said, “In Christ dwells all treasures and wisdom.” (Colossians 2:3) John of the Cross offers a thought provoking addition: “There is much to fathom in Christ for he is like an abundant mine with many recesses of treasures, so that however deep individuals go, they never reach the bottom, but rather in every recess find new veins with new richness everywhere.” The crucifixion of Jesus shows us how the greatest evil was overcome by a greater love. Through his death, the gate of future glory was opened for us.

Joy Out of Sorrow

By Carolyn Humphreys, O.C.D.S.

This post was originally published in Catholic Journal. Reprinted with permission.

Horatio Spafford was a successful attorney and a happily married husband and father. Unfortunately, he lost a great amount of money in the Chicago fire of 1871. He thought a vacation would be beneficial for his wife and four daughters. He sent them on a ship to England and planned to join them after he dealt with unexpected business problems.

When crossing the Atlantic Ocean, their passenger ship collided with an iron hulled ship. After approximately twelve minutes, the passenger ship sunk beneath the waters of the Atlantic and 226 of the 313 passengers lost their lives, including Spafford’s four daughters. Miraculously, Anna, his wife, managed to float on a piece of the wreckage until she was rescued by a sailor in a small boat. His wife survived the tragedy. When she reached England, she wired her husband: “Saved, alone, what shall I do?” Upon hearing the news Spafford set sail for England. The captain of his ship notified Spafford when they were passing over the spot where the shipwreck occurred.

While passing through his grief, Spafford penned one of the most beloved hymns in Christendom. The words reveal his unshakeable, exemplary faith and robust, profound hope. Those words have proven to many people that joy can indeed come after sorrow.

Parents who have lost children, and all who have suffered losses, never forget their loved ones who have died. The German Lutheran pastor, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, wisely sums up the pain and consolation of these memories. “Nothing can make up for the absence of someone whom we love, and it would be wrong to try to find a substitute. That sounds very hard at first, but at the same time it is a great consolation. For the gap, as long as it remains unfilled, preserves the bond between us. It is nonsense to say that God fills the gap: he doesn’t fill it, but on the contrary, he keeps it empty and so helps us to keep alive our former communion with each other, even at the cost of pain. The dearer and richer our memories, the more difficult the separation, but gratitude changes the pangs of memory into a tranquil joy. We must take care not to wallow in our memories, or hand ourselves over to them. Just as we do not gaze all the time at a valuable present, but only at special times, and apart from these keep it simply as a hidden treasure that is ours for certain.”

Like a deeply rooted plant that is uprooted and leaves a large hole, the deeper our love for another, the more painful the uprooting and the deeper the emptiness left behind. An especially large kind of hole is caused by the smallest of children, or parents’ children of any age. Loss of a loved one is assuaged by faith in God, knowledge of Christian teachings, and prayer. Far below the intense mourning there are seeds of new growth, unrecognized at present but waiting to develop and blossom with nourishment from grace and the passage of time.

Sorrows are a necessary process and an often present part of being human. Many things can cause sorrow: death of a loved one, onset of a chronic disease, moving from a treasured home, loss of a good job, death of a pet, or the closure of a beloved monastery or church. If we do not face our sorrow somewhere, it will wait for us. We must travel through sorrow in order to move forward in life. The passage of time softens a sorrow but does not totally alleviate it. After the death of loved ones, as time passes, their preciousness may become more treasured and we may love them more than when they were alive. As the years pass, we realize more and more what special people they were.

We respond to sorrow in different ways. Some negative responses are histrionics, poor self care, rash impulsive behavior, prolonged depression, or extended isolation. When the mind numbing emotions of sorrow decrease, positive responses can emerge, such as creating something to honor the memory of a loved one, planning a project for an upcoming event, or volunteering for a good cause. Acknowledging our sorrow, seeing beyond it, and remembering the good things that preceded the sorrow are essential in finding joy in sorrow. Sorrowful feelings can come at any time and in any place. If we have an episode of sorrowful feelings, doing a task that soothes and calms may alleviate it.

When we focus on faith in a loving God and trust in his help to get us through, we can see our tragedies and storms in a new light. Even in our darkest hours, God is with us. Therese of Lisieux keeps us on the right road. During the last eighteen months of her short life, she was ravaged by tuberculosis and experienced a dark night of faith. She wrote, “With daring confidence, and reckless of self, I will remain there till death, my gaze fixed upon the Divine Sun. Nothing shall affright me, neither wind or rain; and should impenetrable clouds conceal from my eyes the Orb of Love, should it seem to me that beyond this life there is darkness only, this would be the hour of perfect joy, the hour in which to urge my confidence to its uttermost bounds, for knowing that beyond the dark clouds my Sun is still shining, I should never dare to change my place. . . .  O Divine Sun, I am happy to feel myself so small and frail in thy presence, and my heart is at peace.”

Our inner sorrows will be quelled if we are receptive to God’s grace as it develops, refines, and stretches us. As God’s timing and wisdom becomes our own, we become gentle with ourselves and our angsts. Gentleness is a many graced virtue as it guards our hearts against bitterness, resentfulness, or other life draining characteristics that erode our self respect and dignity as Christians. As we strive to be gentle, we find that sorrow is alleviated and difficulties easier to resolve. Gentleness of heart leads to kindly and sensitive thoughts and actions that heighten our ability to be at ease with our trials and content with ourselves. To release a tight grasp on things that grieve us clears the way for deeper reflection on current things that matter.

Another way we process and release our grief is through our tears. Shedding tears as a response to grief can be therapeutic. Tears are purifying because after our cry, we can look up and realize our grief can either damage us by self serving introspection or focus us by seeing the grief situation within

Divine truth. Tears can cleanse by providing a clearer vision on authentic realities. They release the stress of grieving moments so we can pay attention to direction signs on the road of faith. Tears are helpful because they can dilute negative feelings, release pent up anxieties, purge pessimism, remove unidentifiable fear, and be a guide to take the next good step. We need not be ashamed of crying, nor be surprised that a smile can break through the tears. Revitalized by hope, we smile and attempt to rise above the circumstances in which we find ourselves. With that smile, a new chapter can begin.

If we do not know the depths of sorrow, how can we know the heights of joy? Spafford found positive elements in his sorrow that brought forth a deeper expression of joy. The sorrows in life’s journey break the heart, but with grace, the heart mends. Sorrow darkens the mind, but dawn comes and brings rejoicing. Low energy is recharged with renewed hope. Joy lies unnoticed below the dark clouds of sorrow, but emerges as the clouds dissipate. There are many examples of how a well channeled sorrow can lead to a good cause or needed service.

Blessing God in the midst of sorrow is a praiseworthy manifestation of faith. As sorrows shake the landscape of our lives, through faith in God, serene joy is recognized at the depths of our souls. We remember the words on the headstone of a four year old boy who died unexpectedly—-budded on earth to bloom in heaven—-and rest, with comfort and hope, in the words of Spafford’s hymn.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!—
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

It is well with my soul,

It is well, it is well with my soul.

Monastery in My Heart – A Poem

By Mary Rose Kreger, republished from her shared blog Monastery in My Heart.

Eight years ago, I was a young novice, Sr. Mary Inez. I spent 19 months in the convent before realizing I was called to a married vocation. Today I am a happy wife and mom, but re-entering the world was a great struggle for me. Here is a poem about my experience:

 

Once outside the convent

You still long to be inside it

The white curtained walls

The ancient creaking floors

The silence and the song.

 

He drew me in and I followed,

Hungry for the final Word in treasures—

His secret gaze pierced me, pleaded silently:

Come.

 

I left everything to find Him,

My home, my job, my family—

Stepping out of the boat into the deep waters.

In return, He gave me the Cross,

That bitter cure-all for a thousand ills,

But also a taste of Heaven.

19 months in His garden, and then He says,

“Go home and tell your family all that I have done for you.”

And so I do. I go home and tell of

The white curtained walls

The ancient creaking floors

The silence and the song.

 

Six weeks later, I meet James,

The man whom I will marry

Whose birthday is Christmas like

The First Beloved of my heart.

We work and we play, we talk and we pray.

We are married, find a home,

Have a son, then a daughter—

Make friends, lose friends.

Die a hundred tiny deaths, and

Rise a hundred times again.

We share our lives together.

 

The Lord makes us new—He kisses me

With James’ touch, and embraces me with

Lukie’s arms, and gazes at me

With my daughter’s eyes.

He still wants me, even if His rose was

Never meant to stay in His convent garden.

 

No, rather to struggle and labor

In this world, pretending to fit in

When my heart has been spoiled for anything

Save Him.

On the outside, endless motions,

Movements of faith, hope, love—

And grit and survival, too, for this

Long journey is hard.

On the inside, a tiny-heart-home,

Always longing for the white curtained walls,

The ancient floors, where I first saw Him.

There, I tasted heaven once—

A darkness that was Light—

And I can no more return to my

Heathen ways than a child to her

Mother’s womb. I tasted heaven once, and my

Heart is ruined for anything else.

All Things New: Rediscovering the Word of God Post-Convent

By LumenChristi

I was on a very difficult discernment visit with a community, when a priest in confession assigned me to pray Psalm 23 as my penance.

“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. . .”

As a 22-year old cradle Catholic, the words were so familiar that they had lost their meaning. But in this moment, they really took on new significance. In the midst of this stressful period, I felt Jesus reassuring me that he was there with me even though I didn’t feel it. He had led me here; he had started this journey with me and he would see me through.

He guides me along right paths for His name’s sake,

Even though I walk through the shadow of the valley of death,

I shall fear no evil, for you are at my side. . .

As I continued to read, in the chapel, before the giant crucifix that the community had behind the altar, the final verses of the psalm struck me like a lightning bolt:

You anoint my head with oil;

My cup overflows. . .

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life.

This hit me strongly, with both peace and anticipation. I sensed that the Lord was really getting my attention about something. I deeply felt a call from him, that despite the difficulties, he truly was calling me to enter this community and “dwell in His House” – this house. My cup did “overflow” with joy in response to this, and as I looked at the crucifix, it seemed to me that despite the struggles and sufferings I had encountered there, he had great graces to give me also, in that particular place with that community.

Fast-forward to the following spring, when I applied to this community, and despite the revelation I thought I had received, was not accepted.

If the experience in the chapel was a lightning-bolt showing me the way ahead, the rejection letter was a thunderbolt, appearing out of nowhere and painfully throwing me to the ground. I felt jolted by this on multiple levels.  Not only were there the feelings of hurt and rejection, but there was something else, even deeper. I really had – so I thought – learned to recognize and listen to the Lord’s voice and followed an instruction direct from Him. And then, it would seem, he did not keep His promise. I fulfilled my end, and he failed to uphold his.

This disturbed me even more than the circumstances and misunderstandings that led to not being accepted by the community. For if something that I clearly heard God say was not Him, how could I ever trust Him again? More importantly, how could I ever trust myself again, in believing that he spoke to me?

I learned to pray anyway, even if it was more often complaining than anything else. I learned to go to Mass anyway even though my heart felt dead rather than alive in the Lord.  I learned to go through the motions of my life, seeking his will for me in practical ways (job searching, finding God in friends and family). I took comfort that St. Francis too, thought that God spoke to him (“rebuild my church”) and it meant something completely different than he thought – in fact greater than what he thought. But something was missing, completely gone, to the point where I didn’t think it would come back and barely remembered what it was in the first place.

Fast-forward again to six years later. . . I had reached a place in my spiritual life that was more peaceful. I had learned to see the Lord in my daily life, even while I was unsure about the future. I had accepted that some things about his workings with us remain a mystery in this life; but it didn’t mean they weren’t real. Yet I still felt annoyed whenever I “ran into” Psalm 23. Like an old injury or pain that is mostly gone, but “flares up” under the right conditions, Psalm 23 was a sticking point in my relationship with God. I avoided it by skimming through when it came up in any reading I was doing, thinking about something else when it came up during Mass, and generally writing it off as a part of the Bible where God had something to say to everyone except me.

Then one cold winter day, I was sitting at my kitchen table with a warm cup of tea, doing my prayer-time for the day, and generally experiencing a pleasant time with the Lord. I opened the scripture readings for that day, and lo and behold, waiting for me was That Psalm. Its’ words jumped out at me from the page and danced before my eyes.  They seemed to taunt me, reminding me how I didn’t trust God enough, reminding me how much I sucked at listening to him, and how prone I was to “getting it wrong” when it came to his message for my life.  Oh no, not That Psalm! I thought. Not today. I will read the gospel instead.

Normally the gospels provide me much food for meditation. But that day it just left me restless. “That Psalm” kept distracting me. So I thought, perhaps, the Lord wanted me to go there after all. I turned the page, took a deep breath, and asked Him what he wanted to say. Then, by some small yet magnificent miracle of grace, when I read the words over again, they were no longer taunting at all. They came washing over me, like gentle waves that wore away at my resistance and washed over the hurt in my heart.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. . .

He guides me along right paths for His name’s sake,

Even though I walk through the shadow of the valley of death,

I shall fear no evil, for you are at my side. . .

“This is still true,” he seemed to be saying to me. “I am still your shepherd. I always have been. Through the “deaths” of rejection and confusion, still I have been beside you. Even though you have stumbled in the dark, still you have not strayed from ‘right paths’ because I have been with you.”

You anoint my head with oil,

My cup overflows. . .

You spread a table before me in front of all my foes. . .

I realized I had been anointed. Literally. At my baptism. That was where he had chosen and called me. And that call in itself, was unique and beautiful. He had not chosen me for religious life; at least at that time, in that community. But he had chosen me to be baptized. And he called me and chose me still, out of all the others on earth who could be privileged to know His name and yet, by some mystery, hadn’t been. It was a great honor and a great responsibility. “My cup overflowed” again, for different reasons, but even more so than the first time.

I felt in that moment too, that he had “spread a table in front of all my foes” because the darkness and the devil were vanquished, in a very significant way. The “fear of being wrong” in prayer began to lose its’ power.

And then finally. . .

Only goodness and kindness follow me, all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Previously I had misinterpreted this to mean “only blessings follow me” (in my relationships with other people) all the days of my life. But now I realized, these words were not the Lord’s promise to me. They were my promise to Him, in return for His goodness as my shepherd. I would choose to be kind, to bless others, that even the smallest encounter with me would grant them an encounter with Him. And “his house” – beyond being the Church I was privileged to belong to — was also His presence. In that, I could choose to dwell always, regardless of success or failure.

These revelations were profound for me. That Psalm that taunted me was transformed into the first place I now go for consolation. When other storms have come, that is where I have found Him.

I pray that this experience of mine grants His peace to each of you reading it. I hope that it gives you a foretaste of the healing he has for you and the nearness he wishes to restore to you, even in the scriptures or devotions that you now find most painful. He makes all things new, even the thing you find most “ruined” at the moment.