Who would have thought that a mighty king who had the power to defeat massive legions, break through impeccable strongholds and defeat nine foot giants would lament like a little child. A helpless little child. Hard to imagine that, isnt it? God reminded me that even the strongest man, the greatest king, would need God, more than anything. Sometimes i lament like David and God seem to remain silent in the midst of pain and distress...it felt like He wasn't with me.
Psalm 77
" I cried out to God for help;
I cried out to God to hear me.
When i was in distress, I sought the Lord;
at night I stretched out untiring hands
and my soul refused to be comforted.
I remembered you, O God, and I groaned;
I mused, and my spirit grew faint.
You kept my eyes from closing;
I was too troubled to speak.
I thought about the former days,
the years of long ago;
I remembered my songs in the night.
My heart mused and my spirit inquired:
"Will the Lord reject forever?
Will he never show his favor again?
Has his unfailing love vanished forever?
Has his promise failed for all time?
Has God forgotten to be merciful?
Has he in anger withheld his compassion?"
Then I thought, "To this I will appeal:
the years of the right hand of the Most High."
I will remember the deeds of the LORD;
yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago.
I will meditate on all your works and consider all your mighty deeds.
Your ways, O God, are holy.
What god is so great as our God?
You are the God who performs miracles;
you display your power among the peoples.
With your mighty arm you redeemed your people,
the descendants of Jacob and Joseph.
The waters saw you, O God,
the waters saw you and writhed;
the very depths were convulsed.
The clouds poured down water,
the skies resounded with thunder;
your arrows flashed back and forth.
Your thunder was heard in the whirlwind,
your lightning lit up the world;
the earth trembled and quaked.
Your path led through the sea,
your way through the mighty waters,
though your footprints were not seen.
You led your people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron."
Instead of rebuking the audacious accusations in my heart that He doesnt seem to care, God brought me back to the familiar passage in romans 8. "For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." These verses were flashed boldly on the screen before the start of the order of worship on Sunday. You know, sometimes, like the parable of the prodigal son, God runs to us like a loving Father with opened arms. I felt like the prodigal child...a child that's totally helpless and overwhelmed. But God did not despise my brokeness. He ran to me and said, "I love you. And nothing will ever separate you from My love."
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