We sang the following hymn in church the other day. I don’t remember ever singing it before. It’s to the tune of “Crown Him with Many Crowns.” During the first verse, I was thinking, “Wow, yes, I do have griefs to commit to God.” I started getting choked up during the second, and was full on crying by the third.
Commit Now All Your Griefs
1 Commit thou all your griefs and ways into his hands; to his sure truth and tender care, who earth and heav’n commands. Who points the clouds their course, whom winds and seas obey, he shall direct your wand’ring feet, He shall prepare your way.
2 Give to the winds your fears; hope, and be undismayed; God hears your sighs and counts your tears, God shall lift up your head. Through waves and clouds and storms he gently clears your way; wait for his time, so shall the night soon end in joyous day.
3 Still heavy is your heart? Still sink your spirits down? Cast off the weight, let fear depart, and every care be gone. He everywhere has sway, and all things serve his might; his every act pure blessing is, his path unsullied light.
4 Far, far above your thought his counsel shall appear, when fully he the work has wrought that caused your needless fear. Leave to his sovereign sway to choose and to command; with wonder filled, you then shall own how wise, how strong his hand.
As our wonderful pastor encouraged us in his sermon, we are right to have concern over current events, but the Lord is our hope. The Lord is our hope.
Covid, political unrest, and multiple personal issues have been weighing me down. I’m sure I’m not alone in this. The sermon and this hymn hit me where I was and tenderly directed me to focus on the truth and comfort of God’s sovereignty. It was quite moving and lovely.
An hour later, my daughter’s birthday party was pretty much ruined at the last minute due to covid concerns. (Well, not ruined… we still had a pleasant day together.) I was angry because all our preparations were for nothing. (Well, not nothing… we still enjoyed the food and what company we had.) And sad for my daughter. Another covid disappointment to add to the list. (But she is a better sport than I am and takes things in stride.) For me, this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. It sure didn’t take long at all for me to forget the hymn and sermon that I had just been crying over. To forget my commitment to turn my sorrows over to the Lord.
I have a strong drive to make everything special. I love traditions and festivities and I want to do them up right. But one after another, these holidays, graduations, camps, vacations, classes, and birthdays are being tweaked, adjusted, ruined, and/or canceled. I’m sure everyone has been feeling bummed about things they’ve missed out on this year, and I’m surely not trying to say we’ve been effected more than anyone else. In fact, we have so much to be thankful for in all this – my husband’s job has remained almost exactly the same, we’ve been healthy, and I’ve been enjoying not being quite so busy. But the isolation and inability to celebrate as we usually do has definitely gotten to me.
Another aspect of my personality is that I’m quite politically outspoken. I used to spend hours debating on Facebook and enjoyed it very much and thought it very important. The last couple years I’ve struggled to keep up with these discussions because they seem to have increased and also our lives have changed and I have trouble justifying the time it takes. Add to that a bit of weariness from the name-calling, etc. Then 2020 happened. The number of challenges has exploded, as well as the vitriol. I find myself feeling like a coward if I don’t speak out, but also genuinely concerned that I’m going to lose friends if I do. I go back and forth between these responses and I suppose neither is correct. But the point I’m trying to make is that my friendships are very important to me, online and in person.
Our family was quite isolated for so long before we moved here. Then we experienced true togetherness and celebration. After four glorious (and one not so glorious) years, we were clearly betrayed and had to start all over nearly from scratch. Three years later, we have more or less built most of that back. But the wound has left me with some significant social anxiety and wariness. And now with covid opinions crossing party and religious lines, I feel somewhat trapped. I’m not sure who to try to socialize with, and even the ones that are OK with this sort of radical behavior are often busy, etc., just like during normal life.
I saw the post about churches handing out red, yellow, and green bands to signify how comfortable people are with physical contact. While very helpful and pragmatic, it also just makes me sad. I love to go to church, but the masks bring me low. I long for fellowship and faces. I long for gatherings and glee. I want to eat, party, play, share, and sing with people. This has always been the case, but I feel it so much more now that it’s so difficult to achieve. I feel lonely, discouraged, and frustrated.
I woke up early yesterday morning after a nightmare. I remembered the hymn above. Yes, I do have griefs. Yes, my heart is heavy. May I remember to give that to the Lord and trust that his plan is for my good.
Psalm 33:22 – Let your steadfast love, O LORD, be upon us, even as we hope in you.