“Blessed Be Your name
When I’m found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness
Blessed Be Your name…”
These are powerful words, from a powerful song. They echo a sentiment I learned the hard way... God is good. Even when things seem to be going so wrong. When pain has taken up residence in my heart. When tears sting my eyes at the most inopportune moments.
One of the first desert places in my adult life was at Vanderbilt UMC neo-natal intensive care unit. That's where my son was born. At 27 weeks gestation. That's about 3 months early. 2 pounds, 3 ounces. Quite possibly dying. But God was there. And I learned to bless His name at every stage. Whether gasping a prayer during a Brady event (breathing/heartbeat stops) or rejoicing over another 6 ounce weight gain. He was right there, walking through the desert with me. And His name was blessed.
When walking through the wilderness associated with the discovery of a potentially life threatening disease in the same child years later, He was still right there with me. And I'd learned enough by then to bless His name - even before I felt like it. The more I praised Him, the more I meant it, and the easier it got. What a relief it was to cast every burden on Him. And later to rejoice at His assurance that He would provide healing in a miraculous way. And He did. There are doctors from Kentucky to Boston still scratching their heads over that one.
I'm not naive enough to think - or even hope - that there will be no more desert or wilderness experiences. What I do know is that He is there through it all. Holding me. Comforting me. Loving me. Blessed be His name - forever and ever.
Blessed be the name of the LORD from this time forth and for evermore. - Psalm 113:2