There is something about the King James rendering of the first part of this verse that gets me: My flesh and my heart faileth. The term “may” in all the other major translations leaves us with some mental wiggle space. We see the word “may” as “this might happen, but it might not.” No. My flesh will fail. My heart will fail. I will come to an end.
That’s a super-morbid way to start off, isn’t it?
When you deal with chronic illness, whether it’s migraines, M.E., liver disorders, Fibromyalgia, POTS or anything else, you’re faced with mortality. Your body doesn’t work correctly, no matter how much you want it do. The broken, fallen nature of this world is apparent every time you look in the mirror and see the bags under your eyes. Or when a wave of nausea washes over you. Or when it feels like someone smashed you across the face with a brick.
My flesh and my heart faileth.
And “but’s” really are holy things.
The word “portion” here in this verse is the Hebrew cheleq (khay’-lek), meaning “portion, share, part, territory…tract, parcel (of land)…one’s portion, one’s possession…award from God.”
My flesh and my heart faileth…BUT…God is my possession.
He is my reward.
I find that immensely comforting. All this suffering, it isn’t for naught. There is a prize at the end and it is the Lord Himself.
We don’t necessarily understand the importance of family and inheritance rights during the time when this Psalm was written. The Promised Land was carefully and specifically divided up amongst the various Israelite tribes. Those broad divisions were further broken up along family lines. Even women could inherit land, a radical concept in the ancient world (see Num. 26:33; 27:1-7; 36:1-12; 1 Chr. 7:15; and Josh. 17:1-6). Each person had a place to call his or her own. Everyone would inherit something, whether by blood or by marriage.
According to the Psalmist, the Infinite and Majestic Creator puts Himself in the position of being an inheritance. When all is said and done, when the heart ceases beating and the brain stops waving; when the spirit exits the body, those who walk in relationship with God will not lose anything. Instead, we gain everything.
In his commentary on this passage, Matthew Henry writes:
All is well if God be mine.
Comfort one another with these words. – 1 Thessalonians 4:18 (NKJV)
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This post also appeared on the Far East Broadcasting Company Gospel Blog on June 2, 2014.
11 thoughts on “The Detox Diaries: All is Well if God Be Mine”
Yes, my flesh and my heart will fail, but God is the strength of my life and my portion forever!
With God we are everything! Love this! We fall down, God picks us up! We struggle, God strengthens us! We fail and God says I will help you get back up and do it again! Great verse to show the mighty strength of our God! Weekend blessings! Visiting you from our Friday link up at (in)couraging writers.
Amen and amen! Thanks for stopping by!
Marie, OH, how the Lord, Himself, is indeed my prize! You broke this verse down in ways that even those of us who don’t experience Chronic Illnesses can deeply appreciate.
The Lord truly is our treasure, our very great reward. Thank you for coming by, Missy!
AWESOME, AWESOME, AWESOME post! As one who does suffer from chronic illness as well, I find myself more weighed down by the negative of it than the positive. The constant pain, etc. But this post- this post rocked my world a little bit… In fact, I am going to tweet it right now!
Wow! Thanks so much for sharing. I’m glad it blessed you. 🙂
Oh I really love this… “Buts are really holy things.” – they really are! I love how God’s power of redemption threads through scripture in the small and beautiful words that we sometimes read over in our haste. Thank you for sharing friend.
Tonya, it’s so true that we skip over things in our reading – but it’s also true that God draws up back to them when the timing (His time) is right!
Marie, such beautiful words. There have been many times in my life when my heart has “failed”…through the accidental death of our beloved 3 year old grandson, through my painful divorce, through my prodigal child…my heart truly failed, BUT my God did not. It is only by the grace of God that I survived these things that I thought would surely destroy me. I feel the emotion of those precious moments rising up as my eyes begin to fill with tears while I’m typing these words. Thank you for reminding me that while my losses have been many, what I’ve gained is priceless and irreplacable ❤
Oh, Lanette. I have no words. Praying that you sense the comforting presence of the Lord today.