Telling Tales

I try and start my writing “work” mornings (obviously when I have the kids it is all play…) with a few moments quietly reading the Bible.  I just read Psalm 107, and as sometimes happens, a phrase leapt off the page- “let the redeemed of the Lord tell their story.”    I love that our lives can be told as stories.  We can tell them in many ways, for different purposes, from different angles, but what the writer of this Psalm is urging the redeemed to do is to tell the story of God’s love and how it has made a difference to us.  This kind of story brings God glory, reminds us of the hope we have even in difficult and confusing times, and frames the events of our lives in a bigger context.

Further on in the Psalm, it says this:

“Some sat in darkness, in utter darkness,

prisoners suffering in iron chains…” deep depression can feel a lot like that.

“They cried to the Lord in their trouble,

and he saved them from their distress.

He brought them out of darkness, the

utter darkness,

and broke away their chains.

Let them give thanks to the Lord

for his unfailing love

and his wonderful deeds for


I do battle with depression still- I won’t forgo truth for the sake of a better story- BUT I am free from it in a way that I never knew was possible.  When I tell the story of how I got well (or well-er) I usually give credit to medication, counselling, the support of my family and friends, my survival strategies- and I hardly ever mention how the Lord heard me time and time again in my distress, how unfailing his love was (shown in tangible ways through aforementioned family and friends), how he pulled me back from the temptation of suicide with gently spoken words of hope through his word, how he stilled the storm of my moods to a whisper (v.29).  He has turned the desert of my inner landscape into pools of water, the parched ground into flowing streams (v.35), and I give him thanks.

Do you have a story of God’s goodness? Maybe you could tell it here, on…