Psalms Chapter 88. Home alone!
Hey Gang!!!
The psalmist feels so all alone. I can't put it into words. The psalmist feels God is so far from him and feels as if he's in a deep dark pit all alone. He feels totally isolated from all people. I can't relate with this, nor do I want to. I have felt rejected and alone but not to the degree that the psalmist is suffering in this chapter.
A widow, confined to his or her home, may be able to relate to this more. They are home all alone. Some can't get out and drive. They long for the day for a family member to stop in and see them. As they sit home alone, they wonder, “Is today the day someone will stop in and see me?” But it doesn't happen. Day after day and night after night they wait and no one shows up to visit. Again, I can't relate with this, nor do I want to. I'm guilty of being “too busy” to visit the widows in their distress.
My wife, Karin, is a role model. She keeps in contact with my mom and her parents. Before, especially during, and after the height of the Coronavirus, Karin has and does make herself available to help our parents. She's an amazing wife. Whether it be getting groceries for one of our parents, or taking them to a doctor's appointment, or calling them on the phone, she reaches outward to the lonely. In general, she likes to help others before her own needs.
The day God calls Karin and I home, I know great will be her reward. She will hear the Lord say, “Well done my good and faithful servant (Matthew 25:21).
She understands what God meant when he said in James 1:27, “Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress…”
I admire her heart in this area and I'm humbled by it and, even at times, ashamed of my lack of focus for the widows.
God, help me be more aware all those who feel isolated from the world and help me be more intentional in reaching out and loving them and looking after them.