From the Depth of my Soul b Katy Kran
I watched for the Lord on the evening of September 19, 2019. As those tasked with watching for the dawn, I watched my dearly beloved husband as he was dying.
At noon that day, the hospice nurse had said, “It won’t be long now.” I sent an email to our sons with the news. A priest came and anointed him. He was alert and said that “Our Father” with us. His last words. Never have I watched so intently. Holding his hand for hours, until gently, with no struggle, he breathed his last. The Lord had heard the depth of our cries and forgiven our mistakes, loved us unconditionally.
When have you cried out to the Lord from the depth of your soul? When have you watched and waited? How has the Lord responded?
Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord.
Lord, hear my voice!
Let your ears be attentive
to the voice of my supplications!
If you, O Lord, should mark iniquities,
Lord, who could stand?
But there is forgiveness with you,
so that you may be revered.
I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
and in his word I hope;
my soul waits for the Lord
more than those who watch for the morning,
more than those who watch for the morning.
O Israel, hope in the Lord!
For with the Lord there is steadfast love,
and with him is great power to redeem.
It is he who will redeem Israel
from all its iniquities.