On a Wednesday in June 2006, I found out that I had miscarried and lost my second baby. That evening, I loaded my daughter in the car and went to church. Not because I’m just so spiritual. Not because I was trying to set a good example. But because I didn’t know what else to do.
I dropped my daughter off at her class and, instead of going to my class, I slipped into the balcony of the sanctuary where the choir was having their weekly practice. I’ll never forget – the choir of FBC Hendersonville, TN was singing “There is Healing in this House.”
Y’all, I just got chill bumps typing that out.
There is healing in the house of the Lord. There is something about being with God’s people in that place that is soothing and safe.
The writers of this psalm longed to experience it again. They had worshipped in the sanctuary in the past but were now prevented from doing so and it was devastating to them.
May I never take for granted the privilege of gathering with my brothers and sisters in Christ and praising the living God.