Sometimes it’s difficult to admit–or maybe just plain embarrassing–that we can’t take it any longer or that we should be all grown up by now. Do we still need so much support, protection, even cuddling by this heavenly Father? Maybe we should have more faith in the God who has promised so much, yet here we are once again caving in under the heat and pressure—this time so under-the-covers that we’re not even quite sure about what—or if—it’s even happening like we think. That’s when sighing turns into sobbing and crying and prayer. Waiting’s nothing then, even joy-filled…after the sighs (for even the breath He feels), after the prayers, then we can sit back in relief.
But, just a reminder, my King, in case you’ve forgotten. You’ve been my protector before from the evil and the wicked and the arrogant. Remember that? That’s what’s happening now. Don’t forget that You hate this kind of behavior, these tongues wagging about between smiles and sweet looks. Pound that gavel, Lord! It’s time for sentencing! Enough of this–not for my sake, but for your own name, your own reputation. Do it now!
Of course we still need His refuge, a place to sing and rejoice, we pilgrims here, who have nothing, who are nothing without this Lord, the Great Listener, the Great Rescuer.
Let us pray…
Lord, forgive us for failing once again to come to you with our concerns, our anxieties, our breaking hearts, but, especially those little pangs that we assume you’re not interested in. Difficult for us to take in…that you have no screening mechanisms. You simply want to know what’s up with us. Help us get out of ourselves at least long enough to accept your grace, to bask in the safety that only you can provide. In the name of Jesus, our Savior. Amen.
