I’ve been reading in Psalm 107 lately. I think NIV has tweaked the translation, and I love the way it reads now, at the beginning:
“Let the redeemed of the Lord tell their story…”
Then the psalm is about various people, in different kinds of trouble, who cry out to the Lord — and he comes through, every time.
There’s a format to each story, a refrain.
God has come through for me, multiple times and in multiple ways. I thought I’d take one of those times and put it into a Psalm 107 format:
Some were lonely and broken,
rejected by the one they loved most,
told they were unworthy of love,
told their failings were unforgiveable.
Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble,
and he saved them from their distress.
He sent forth his word and healed them,
he sent a community to nourish them.
Let them give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love
and his wonderful deeds for mankind,
for he heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.
How about you? What is your story?