Break Out
I have never been so troubled that I thought God wasn't listening to me.
I cry to the Lord with my voice; to the Lord I make loud supplication. I pour out my complaint before him and tell him all my trouble. When my spirit languishes within me, you know my path; in the way wherein I walk they have hidden a trap for me. I look to my right hand and find no one who knows me; I have no place to flee to, and no one cares for me. I cry out to you, O Lord; I say, "You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living." Listen to my cry for help, for I have been brought very low; save me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me. Bring me out of prison, that I may give thanks to your Name; when you have dealt bountifully with me, the righteous will gather around me. - Psalm 142
People may not listen or offer help, but God is always listening.
The Psalmist offers a short prayer, a statement of his right and desire to complain to God, a plea to be listened to.
He wants us to think about those who feel that no one is listening, no one cares. These are the people who are alone and in prison, whether real or imagined. They feel that everyone is against them, that evil will seek them out.
Doesn't this virus make us all feel a little like that? Aren't we all feeling hunted?
It is time to cry out to God for our own sanity, for only He truly listens. It is time for us to rely on Him for help and know that we can face the enemy with confidence.
For the alternative is a prison of our own making.
More to come...