How a Psalm I Learned as a Child Saved Me as an Adult

by Lois Flowers

Hills for Psalm 121When I was a kid memorizing Psalm 121 in Sunday school, I had no inkling that this little chapter about hills and such would one day rescue me from a dark valley.

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help, the King James Version begins. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.

As a young adult, my church choir learned a song based on this text that fed my soul through years of infertility and waiting to complete an international adoption. The ensuing decade brought another adoption, a move to a different state and the regular challenges that come with mothering two active little girls. I was busy, but blessed.

Trouble Brewing

Inside, though, all was not well. And that’s why I found myself in the shower one Sunday morning, somewhere near despair. To this day, I’m not quite sure how to describe it. I didn’t wish I was dead. I didn’t want to die. But some how, I didn’t want to be alive.

I hadn’t arrived at this disturbing place overnight, of course. For most of my adult life, my reproductive system has been a thorn in my side.

Severe endometriosis mangled my insides and robbed me of my ability to conceive. And after adoption paved my way to motherhood, I began to struggle off and on with other symptoms of hormonal imbalance: fatigue, anxiety, melancholy, irritability, lack of focus, feeling overwhelmed.

A Dark Turn

These wreaked havoc on my spirit and certainly didn’t enhance the life of anyone close to me. But this—this wanting to stop the bus of life and get off—this was new. New and dreadful and terrifying.

As I stood there in the shower, the song that had so encouraged me before flitted through my troubled mind and I began to sing. Shakily at first, the words pushed past the turmoil in my brain and came pouring out my mouth.

“I … will … lift up mine eyes to the hills, from whence cometh my help … my help cometh from the Lord … the Lord which made heaven and earth …”

My Source of Strength

Over and over, tears mixing with soap and water, I lifted my voice—and my heart—to my only true Source of strength. And little by little, spurred by the mysterious working of Scripture, my feelings of deep despondency gave way, gently replaced by the peace that surpasses all understanding.

My internal struggles weren’t over. In fact, they would get worse before they got better. But, to paraphrase one of the final verses of Psalm 121, the Lord had preserved me from all evil that morning, and, to this day, He continues to preserve my soul.

Lois

This column originally appeared in the Kansas City Star.

Photo credit:Len Radin via photopin cc

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6 comments

Pam December 3, 2015 - 3:43 pm

Hi Lois! Thanks so much for sharing this powerful story of how the Lord moved in your heart via Psalm 121. I loved reading this in part because this Psalm has been my favorite since childhood as well and often provided the focus I needed through difficult times. It’s neat to see how the Lord uses His Word and reminds us it will not return void! (Visiting from Suzanne Eller today)
Merry Christmas!
Pam

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Lois Flowers December 3, 2015 - 4:56 pm

I agree completely, Pam. And don’t you just love all the songs that use Psalm 121 as a starting point? Every time I hear a new one, I have a new favorite! Blessings to you today!

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Tai East December 3, 2015 - 10:45 am

Powerful testimony, Lois! GOD bless you, beautiful friend! 🙂

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Lois Flowers December 3, 2015 - 2:39 pm

Thanks so much, Tai. By the way, your glasses make me smile every time I see you in a linkup! 🙂

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Marilyn Horn November 4, 2014 - 10:40 am

Oh how I love hearing how the power of God’s Word renews and strengthens us in the darkness. That song is so powerful. Thanks for sharing. Hugs.

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Lois Flowers November 4, 2014 - 11:09 am

And what wonderful memories I have of standing next to you in choir, Marilyn, singing that very song! 🙂

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