by Ruth Owen
Psalm 6 I am worn out from sobbing. All night I flood my bed with weeping, drenching it with my tears. (v.6 NLT)
“Most men lead lives of quiet desperation” wrote Henry David Thoreau. He wasn’t far wrong. So often I find myself going through my day wearing a sunny mask, but I’m covering up pain. I become exhausted. I grow weary. And, because I never feel I can show this part of myself, even to my closest friends and loved ones, I ‘flood my beds with weeping’.
David was one of the most powerful, beloved kings in history, but he was not immune to hiding his pain behind a mask. He seemed to have everything, yet Psalm 6 clearly shows he didn’t. He sobbed in secret. He hid his tears. At least, he hid them from everyone except God.
The Lord listened to David’s tears as fervently as He listened to the king’s public prayers. Our Father didn’t love David less for his weeping. God knew what David looked like under his mask of ‘quiet desperation’ and saw nothing but His beloved child. Sometimes tears are the way He mends my heart.
used by permission of Bible Reading Fellowship