Your hands have made me and fashioned me;
Give me understanding, that I may learn Your commandments.
Those who fear Your will be glad when they see me,
Because I have hoped in Your word.
I know, O Lord, that Your judgments are right,
And that in faithfulness You have afflicted me.
Let, I pray, Your merciful kindness be for my comfort,
According to Your word to Your servant.
Let Your tender mercies come to me, that I may live;
For Your law is my delight.
Let the proud be ashamed,
For they treated me wrongfully with falsehood;
But I will meditate on Your precepts.
Let those who fear You turn to me,
Those who know Your testimonies.
Let my heart be blameless regarding Your statutes,
That I may not be ashamed.
Today, I appreciate the psalmist’s indication toward community in this passage. So often, I can treat my walk with God, and especially my dealing with anxiety, too much like a private endeavor. But our Father never desired that His children face their battles without brethren by their side (Eccl. 4:9-12; Gal. 6:2). It is an unfortunate truth that not all Christians show the understanding or compassion that they should when mental health issues are brought up, but it has been my experience that there are many others who are either already incredible assets or sincerely desire to be. And if I don’t have enough of those people in my life right now, then I want to find them. Because my eyes keep getting drawn back to verses 74 and 79, and I can’t help but smile. That sense of belonging and companionship, the encouragement drawn from and given to others of like faith, is such a blessing to me to fight against the lies that my anxiety would have me believe. And I do pray that I can be this kind of support for others dealing with anxiety as well.