Together, we have faith

Aug 29, 2026
Christ In The Psalms
Psalm 56:8–13 — Weeping With Confidence
Psalm 56:8-13
“You have kept count of my tossings;
put my tears in your bottle.
Are they not in your book?
Then my enemies will turn back
in the day when I call.
This I know, that God is for me.
In God, whose word I praise,
in the LORD, whose word I praise,
in God I trust; I shall not be afraid.
What can man do to me?
I must perform my vows to you, O God;
I will render thank offerings to you.
For you have delivered my soul from death,
yes, my feet from falling,
that I may walk before God
in the light of life.”
“The wanderings and the tears of Christ (cf. Heb. 5:7) are of infinite value to the loving heart of the Father. In Christ each experience of not belonging in this age and every sorrow in the heart of a believer is of priceless value to the heart of the triune God.” (C. Ash)
Psalm 56:8–13 — weeping with confidence. What a marvelous privilege and hope to know that God “counts our tossings” and puts “our tears in his bottle.” God sees and knows our tears and hears our prayers and records our wanderings. Wow! What an amazing Savior! We can therefore weep with confidence and know that “God is for me.” The verses in Malachi come to mind — Malachi 3:16-17
“Then those who feared the LORD spoke with one another. The LORD paid attention and heard them, and a book of remembrance was written before him of those who feared the LORD and esteemed his name. They shall be mine, says the LORD of hosts, in the day when I make up my treasured possession, and I will spare them as a man spares his son who serves him.” Do you believe this? Is this part of your faithful following of Jesus? “In sorrow do not hesitate to pray, “Put my tears in your bottle,” for our heavenly Father will catch every one before ever it reaches the ground. He treasures the sorrows of Christ’s people, every one, as he treasured every tear of Christ on earth. Not one will be lost; not one will fail in its divine purpose.” (Ash)
Song for Today —
“God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform:
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own Interpreter,
And He will make it plain.”
(William Cowper)


