“My soul shall be sated as with choice food,
with joyous lips my mouth shall praise you!
I think of you upon my bed,
I remember you through the watches of the night.
You indeed are my savior,
and in the shadow of your wings I shout for joy.
My soul clings fast to you;
your right hand upholds me.”
Lost. Alone. It is precisely in these moments, most especially when I fail to realize it and/or deny it, that God is there– His right hand grasping me even tighter, upholding me with ALL of His might.
One of my favorite psalms is the above Psalm 63. I will always muse at the ways that God works His love into my life. Through the sacraments. Through the voice and the embrace of my saint-in-the-making boyfriend. Through my highly supportive friends.
God is always the one whose love is being transmitted– it is only His love that heals. My spirit is forever restless for Him. I only pray that I too can be a vessel of His healing love as I work in the profession of counseling and therapy.