The year following my baptism in 2005, I suffered from a depression. I nourished wounds from the past, questioned present pains, and tried to solve my problems through introspection and motivational self-talk. I was lost in an area run dry–until God spoke to me through Palm 63.
He said, “Cling to Me. I am the Answer to all your questions, the Solution to every problem.”
It was my breakthrough. Pride and bitterness dissolved as I reached out to Him and surrendered my all.
He healed me and led me out of my spiritual desert.
Psalm 63 is still important to me, especially verse 8.
My soul clings to You; Your right hand upholds me.
It has become the anchor that holds me close to the Source of Life.
Inspired by Psalm 63, I wrote the following haibun.
I’m walking–no, trudging.
Where am I?
My feet trip over a rock hidden under the cover of darkness. Branches slap my face, thorns scratch my skin. A sharp pain shoots through my hands and knees when they hit the rough ground.
Moaning, I get back on my feet and stumble on.
Where’s the path?
My breath comes in raw gasps. Bitterness burns my mouth, dry despair my soul.
Evil reaches for my legs, encircles my spinning thoughts. It weaves a web of lies–I’m stuck. I squirm, I twist. Deceiving threads tighten around my heart.
A Voice calls my name. I hear
and cling to Him. Praise!
All’s calm, I’m free, my path’s clear.