 I walk into a hospital room. I introduce myself and ask they'd like to speak with a chaplain. I sit, we chat, creating space for whatever pain, discomfort, fear, or uncertainty they're experiencing. And more often than not, before I walk out of the room, I reach into my suitcoat from my Bible. I open to a well-worn crease and read the words of Psalm 88. Oh Lord, God of my salvation, when at night I cry out in your presence, let my prayer come before you. Incline your ear to my cry, for my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to hell. Life is not all rainbows and snoopies, and the good news of the Psalms is that the Psalms meet us in every aspect of our life, especially the pain, discomfort, fear, and uncertainty.