She is depressed. The d’s—disappointment, discouragement, dejection, despondency, despair—plague her. And Death, the big D, is staring in the window, eager to devour.
I longed to encourage her. I looked for the right words. I had in mind the last verse of one of the psalms, about hope. Flipping through the psalms, it occurred to me that the closing thought of many psalms are precisely what we need to hear in the closing chapter of our life. The perfect orientation. The reminder of where our strength lies. Solid truth. Something to grip.
Here is a sampling:
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever. 
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God, for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God. 
For the Lord is good;
his steadfast love endures forever,
and his faithfulness to all generations. 
In peace I will both lie down and sleep:
for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety. 
Bring me out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name!
The righteous will surround me, for you will deal bountifully with me. 
Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage;
wait for the Lord. 
Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;
for his steadfast love endures forever! 
I will thank you forever, because you have done it.
I will wait for your name, for it is good, in the presence of the godly. 
Our help is in the name of the Lord,
who made heaven and earth. 
Let your steadfast love, O Lord, be upon us,
even as we hope in you. 
For he stands at the right hand of the needy one,
to save him from those who condemn his soul to death. 
O Lord of hosts,
blessed is the one who trusts in you! 
Bless the Lord, O my soul! 
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord! 
Yes. Oh yes. Thank you, Lord.http://grooveshark.com/s/What+Do+I+Know+/3Bo3IV?src=5Carol – it’s Stephie – The link above is the Sara Groves song that contains the following text:I have a friend who just turned eighty-eight and she just shared with me that she’s afraid of dying. I sit here years from her experience and try to bring her comfort. I try to bring her comfort, . But what do I know? What do I know? . She grew up singing about the glory land, and she would testify how Jesus changed her life. It was easy to have faith when she was thirty-four, but now her friends are dying, and death is at her door. . Oh, and what do I know? Really, what do I know? . Chorus: I don’t know that there are harps in heaven, Or the process for earning your wings. I don’t know of bright lights at the ends of tunnels, Or any of those things. . She lost her husband after sixty years, and as he slipped away she still had things to say. Death can be so inconvenient. You try to live and love. It comes and interrupts. . And what do I know? What do I know? . Chorus . But I know to be absent from this body is to be present with the Lord, and from what I know of him, that must be pretty good. Oh, I know to be absent from this body is to be present with the Lord, and from what I know of him, that must be very good.
@wonderloveandpraise – Shivers. Thank you. Thank you.