The book of Psalms became a close comfort to me during the difficult times my family was going through. The loved ones in my life who tried to share impart some comfort and wisdom couldn’t really hit the deep wounds like those 150 Psalms did. It helped rejuvenate my love for scripture and worship, along with quenching my thirst for the desire for someone to understand what I was feeling inside.
The one that I loved the most was Psalm 22: “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?Why are you so far from saving me, so far from my cries of anguish? My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, but I find no rest.”