The pain cuts deep. The darkness is hard to see through. Our hearts are fragile and constantly want more and more. We fall to our knees and run back to Jesus. I like not being needy. I like not needing anything. I like not having to daydream. Just live life without worrying about when things are coming next. Is now even a good time to have certain things. When can joy come back? Oh how I need help. I really wish I did have a personal mentor that I don’t have to pay or a church family to pray. Times like these I wish I had things that I don’t. We’re all broken. We all need help. Good thing we have Jesus to help us. Jesus heals all wounds. Who says happiness comes from material things. If life was perfect, what stories would we even have to tell. If there was no struggle, what glory would be given to God. Constantly feeling like Abraham and wanting an Ishmael. But then constantly feeling like David, crying in the wilderness. But then feeling like Hannah begging for grace. Trying to be like Mary and just believe in what the prophecy is with no question. How do we get out of this. Oh yea, be like David and pray. Say out loud the Lord’s goodness “Yet I am confident I will see the Lord’s goodness while I am here in the land of the living” Psalm 27:13.
Psalm 42
For the choir director: A psalm[a] of the descendants of Korah.
1 As the deer longs for streams of water,
so I long for you, O God.
2 I thirst for God, the living God.
When can I go and stand before him?
3 Day and night I have only tears for food,
while my enemies continually taunt me, saying,
“Where is this God of yours?”
4 My heart is breaking
as I remember how it used to be:
I walked among the crowds of worshipers,
leading a great procession to the house of God,
singing for joy and giving thanks
amid the sound of a great celebration!
5 Why am I discouraged?
Why is my heart so sad?
I will put my hope in God!
I will praise him again—
my Savior and 6 my God!
Now I am deeply discouraged,
but I will remember you—
even from distant Mount Hermon, the source of the Jordan,
from the land of Mount Mizar.
7 I hear the tumult of the raging seas
as your waves and surging tides sweep over me.
8 But each day the Lord pours his unfailing love upon me,
and through each night I sing his songs,
praying to God who gives me life.
9 “O God my rock,” I cry,
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I wander around in grief,
oppressed by my enemies?”
10 Their taunts break my bones.
They scoff, “Where is this God of yours?”
11 Why am I discouraged?
Why is my heart so sad?
I will put my hope in God!
I will praise him again—
my Savior and my God!