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Meditation on Psalm 71

In you, O Lord, do I take refuge;
let me never be put to shame!
In your righteousness deliver me and rescue me;
incline your ear to me, and save me!
Be to me a rock of refuge,
to which I may continually come;
you have given the command to save me,
for you are my rock and my fortress.

Lord, you have saved me from my sin and given me your righteousness. Now I ask you to deliver me from this trial of infertility. Please let this weekend yield a positive result! But no matter what, you are my refuge. Keep me continually coming to you this week with all my hopes and anxieties and prayers.

For you, O Lord, are my hope,
my trust, O Lord, from my youth.
Upon you I have leaned from before my birth;
you are he who took me from my mother's womb.
My praise is continually of you.

You are my hope, my trust, my praise. Please even now be forming a new life in my womb, a new life that will lean on you in trusting dependence.

I have been as a portent to many,
but you are my strong refuge.
My mouth is filled with your praise,
and with your glory all the day.
Do not cast me off in the time of old age;
forsake me not when my strength is spent.
O God, be not far from me;
O my God, make haste to help me!

Let me remember this week that you are near. You are my help. You will not forsake me if I find out this weekend that I am not pregnant.

But I will hope continually
and will praise you yet more and more.
My mouth will tell of your righteous acts,
of your deeds of salvation all the day,
for their number is past my knowledge.
With the mighty deeds of the Lord God I will come;
I will remind them of your righteousness, your alone.

Let me hope continually in you, not in the results of fertility treatment. Let me praise you more and more, blessing your name both when you give and when you take away. Let me speak to others of your goodness, no matter my circumstances.

O God, from my youth you have taught me,
and I still proclaim your wondrous deeds.
So even to old age and gray hairs,
O God, do not forsake me,
until I proclaim your might to another generation,
your power to all those to come.

Let me have children whom I can tell of your wondrous deeds, your might and power. Let me have children to whom I can pass on what you are teaching me about yourself.

Your righteousness, O God,
reaches the high heavens.
You who have done great things,
O God, who is like you?
You who have made me see many troubles and calamities
will revive me again;
from the depths of the earth
you will bring me up again.
You will increase my greatness
and comfort me again.

It is your sovereign hand that has brought the trouble and calamity of infertility into my life. I don't understand why, but I trust you. Now I am asking you to revive me, to comfort me, to bring me up out of this suffering. I am asking you to bless me with a child; I am asking to see a positive result this weekend. You know my desire; I know you are working out your perfect plan.

I will also praise you with the harp
for your faithfulness, O my God;
I will sing praises to you with the lyre,
O Holy One of Israel.
My lips will shout for joy,
when I sing praises to you;
my soul also, which you have redeemed.

Whether this weekend brings exclamations of excitement or tears of disappointment, prepare my heart to remember your faithfulness and praise you. No matter what, let me remember how you have redeemed me and say, "It is well with my soul."

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