Today feels as though we are living in a season of lament. Already in several countries Covid 19 has brought death and destruction. With everyone else we wonder what will happen as the UK prepares for its spread. I suffered a major asthma bout yesterday and immediately Carol waved a red flag. Yes, it's passed but all this talk about being in the vulnerable age group with pre-existing health problems does raise anxiety. And some immediate hopes and plans have been dashed. We have just learned that plans to visit our family in the US (who we've not seen for a year) and other friends have to be postponed indefinitely. No more flights to the US. So many other hopes like going to church and meeting up with others are threatened.
In the psalm there are two wonderful verses (18.19):
When I said, 'My foot is slipping,'
your love, O LORD, supported me.
When anxiety was great within me
your consolation brought joy to my soul.Carol and I repeated these verses to each other. 'How appropriate it is to hear this now,' said Carol. Yes, our good Lord remains true to us in his love and consolation through our laments.