I had one of those experiences in reading the Scripture today where a verse jumps out as if you had never read it before. I was in Psalm 35 and David says:
I prayed with head bowed on my bosom, as though I grieved for my friend or my brother;
I went about as one who laments his mother, bowed down and in mourning.
Since I lost my mother about six months ago, this acknowledgement of the grief involved in mourning a mother struck me. David knew the feeling, as we all will eventually if we outlive our parents.
