Psalm 116 has always been my favorite Psalm. When I was younger I was a prodigal daughter. I rebelled. I lived my life the way I wanted to, and ran far from God. As the Psalm says, I found trouble and sorrow. I found myself in a situation where God was my only hope. So I called upon Him. He changed my life. He delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, and my feet from falling. I was brought low, and He saved me.
I spent a good many years following Him closely. Then I entered a desert period. It was my fault, and I could write a page full of excuses that don’t matter and try to project blame that belongs to me upon others. But thankfully God did not let go of me.
Even though this Psalm has always been my favorite Psalm, I didn’t quite understand verse 15, “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.” I would read up to that verse and then stop. It wasn’t until after my cancer diagnosis that I began to really understand the rest of this Psalm. The death of His saints is precious to Him because it means we are coming home to Him. That is precious!
When I was choosing a name for this blog I had no idea what path God would choose for me, if I would be delivered from death or taken home to Him (and still don’t know). The pains of death surround me. Either God will deliver me from death, or take me home. But while I live, I will pay my vows now in the presence of His people, in the land of the living. I will offer a sacrifice of thanksgiving and will call upon the name of the Lord.
Thanksgiving for Deliverance from Death
1 I love the Lord, because He has heard
My voice and my supplications.
2 Because He has inclined His ear to me,
Therefore I will call upon Him as long as I live.
3 The pains of death surrounded me,
And the pangs of Sheol laid hold of me;
I found trouble and sorrow.
4 Then I called upon the name of the Lord:
“O Lord, I implore You, deliver my soul!”
5 Gracious is the Lord, and righteous;
Yes, our God is merciful.
6 The Lord preserves the simple;
I was brought low, and He saved me.
7 Return to your rest, O my soul,
For the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.
8 For You have delivered my soul from death,
My eyes from tears,
And my feet from falling.
9 I will walk before the Lord
In the land of the living.
10 I believed, therefore I spoke,
“I am greatly afflicted.”
11 I said in my haste,
“All men are liars.”
12 What shall I render to the Lord
For all His benefits toward me?
13 I will take up the cup of salvation,
And call upon the name of the Lord.
14 I will pay my vows to the Lord
Now in the presence of all His people.
15 Precious in the sight of the Lord
Is the death of His saints.
16 O Lord, truly I am Your servant;
I am Your servant, the son of Your maidservant;
You have loosed my bonds.
17 I will offer to You the sacrifice of thanksgiving,
And will call upon the name of the Lord.
18 I will pay my vows to the Lord
Now in the presence of all His people,
19 In the courts of the Lord’s house,
In the midst of you, O Jerusalem.
Praise the Lord!