Psalm 22:15
My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
The potsherd and the stuck tongue make suffering bodily, while the final line faces the harder thought of God bringing the speaker toward death.
Questions to write on. Each one opens a new entry with this verse already attached.
What does the comparison to a potsherd capture that the word tired would miss?
Write on thisWhat would you want to say to God about the words “You have brought me”?
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Illness or diagnosis. chronic pain. death and what comes after.
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You do not have to make suffering sound less severe before speaking to God. Here, a failing body and the nearness of death remain part of prayer.
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Cross-reference data from OpenBible.info (CC BY). Scripture from the World English Bible (public domain). Arc diagram after Chris Harrison and Christoph Römhild (2007).
