“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.” Psalm 130
The Psalmist cries from depths of life on earth to the God of heaven. Would the Lord hear his voice! Would the Lord apply His mercy! His longing was rooted in certain belief of God’s forgiveness, yet full redemption was yet to come. In the strange place between now and not yet was hope, whose home was there. Here he could wait, make his abode in the Lord’s word, reside in His steadfast love.

All days for believers here below are a training, a term, an in-between awaiting eternity in God’s presence. While living we long, while growing we groan. Hope’s substance and strength indwells this strange but necessary place as the sun hides yet burns its light. Here it takes shape as reality, the invisible grasped, the unearthly familiar. (Romans 8:18-26a)
We miss out on the density and sustenance of hope when we become too embroiled in the world, and take no time or thought for things eternal. Circumstances throw their challenges and we jump in to fix or out to avoid, yet don’t embrace the deeper lessons of the moment. Existing and busying only in the present, we cannot perceive the invitation to long for ultimate redemption. Having no room for more than the urgent, we miss out on hope’s beautiful tension and exquisite comfort.
Are we suffering shame, desperation, or despair? Have we been caught in a vortex of anxiety, or loneliness, or a vacuum of vitality or desire? Into the soul’s depths God’s mercy seeps. The searing sting of shame His forgiving balm soothes. As we wait, He meets us to make hope real.
What keeps us looking down when He bids us look up? What hopelessness can we release to His attention? What hope is His word speaking?
“Be still, my soul! the Lord is on your side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to your God to order and provide;
In ev’ry change he faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul! your best, your heav’nly friend
Thru’ thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
Be still, my soul! your God does undertake
To guide the future as he has the past;
Your hope, your confidence, let nothing shake;
all now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul! the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while he lived below.
Be still, my soul! the hour is hast’ning on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still my soul! when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.” ~Kathrina von Schlegel (1752)
Lord, help me wait with joyful expectation of You.









