Sorrow can be very isolating; misery may love company, but grief can create a great loneliness. Sometimes, people—even our closest friends—don’t know how to respond, and innocently amplify our anguish by their refusal to speak. The complexity of grief is so multifaceted that, rarely, one experience is the same as another. Such confusion, once again, leaves people hesitant to reach out and respond to others.
That being said, one of the most comforting thoughts throughout the Psalms is how God never forsakes us in our sorrow. He listens to the cry of his people. Notice how the Psalmist puts it in Psalm 6:
“I am weary with my moaning;
every night I flood my bed with tears;
I drench my couch with my weeping.
My eye wastes away because of grief;
it grows weak because of all my foes.
Depart from me, all you workers of evil,
for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.” (Psa. 6:6-8)
If you’ve ever experienced genuine heartache, then you know what the writer means when he says he is, “weary in my moaning.” A long night of crying leaves us emotionally and physically exhausted. We probably feel that our bed is actually flooded with the tears of our sorrow, carried by the waves of our anguish. Our eyes become progressively useless with each passing hour as they grow weary from weeping. This is the bed of misery which many find themselves at some point in their life. On top of that, the writer has people surrounding him—not to comfort—but to add to his pain. He dismisses them by proclaiming that, “The Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.”
Among the billions of people in the world, the Lord hears when his child weeps in the night. Even if everyone else has abandoned us, the Lord hasn’t. As a Father stops when he hears his child weeping, so too God stops, and stoops, to grant peace and comfort to the grieving spirit of his people. This doesn’t mean pain will be avoided but reminds us that we will never be forgotten in our sorrow. God will open the door of relief eventually, but as we walk through the valley, his presence overshadows our heartache.