Psalm 130

She Reads Truth is doing something new for Lent – every Friday the reader’s share their own thoughts on a certain passage of scripture. This is my response for the week. 

Psalm 130 is titled “My Soul Waits for the Lord” and is subtitled to be “a Song of Ascents.”

Let me start out by saying, I looked up what “a Song of Ascents” meant and I essentially got nowhere and decided not to get stuck on that.

So then I read the beautiful words:

Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord!
     O Lord, hear my voice!
Let your ears be attentive
    to the voice of my pleas for mercy!

 If you, O Lord, should mark iniquities,
    O Lord, who could stand?
 But with you there is forgiveness,
    that you may be feared.

 I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
    and in his word I hope;
 my soul waits for the Lord
    more than watchmen for the morning,
    more than watchmen for the morning.

 O Israel, hope in the Lord!
    For with the Lord there is steadfast love,
    and with him is plentiful redemption.
 And he will redeem Israel
    from all his iniquities.

Amen and amen! How true, that no one could stand, no one would last, no one would be anyone without the forgiveness of the Lord.

How many times have I cried out from the d e p t h s for God to give me mercy, to pull me out – or to at least hold me in the cold, dark, dreary parts of the depth I do not understand. Is this not the time I cry out to Him most often?

The writer notes that because of God’s forgiveness He should be feared. We just discussed this topic Tuesday night in my young adult group – what does it actually mean to fear the Lord? I personally came to the conclusion that we have to realize what salvation is saving us from – a Hell that we truly cannot comprehend – which speaks not only to the power of God and what He is capable of, but what He sent His son to rescue us from. That fear of His capabilities should lead to a reverence and awe of Him that drives us towards Him.

That’s a whole other topic that I can’t comprehend or care to explore much at this point, but a whole other topic indeed.

So the writer is in a season of winter, from what it sounds like – one where he is crying out from the depths, begging for mercy. I’m coming out of that season, and I too am waiting on the Lord. And he, like I, remembers that the Lord is faithful to forgive, and keeps no records of wrongs. For me coming out of this winter season, I am reminded that God remembers not the times I ignored his prompting, the times I turned from Him, the times I praised Him while the next minute continuing to do my own thing rather than what He had asked me to. No, God continued to pursue me and kept no record of my iniquities. He forgave me and He’s slowly guiding from the depths.

Spring is coming.

photo taken by my brother - find him on instagram @an_idiot_abroad

photo taken by my brother – find him on instagram @an_idiot_abroad