Psalm 142[a]
A maskil[b] of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer.
1 I cry aloud to the Lord;
I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.
2 I pour out before him my complaint;
before him I tell my trouble.
3 When my spirit grows faint within me,
it is you who watch over my way.
In the path where I walk
people have hidden a snare for me.
4 Look and see, there is no one at my right hand;
no one is concerned for me.
I have no refuge;
no one cares for my life.
5 I cry to you, Lord;
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”
6 Listen to my cry,
for I am in desperate need;
rescue me from those who pursue me,
for they are too strong for me.
7 Set me free from my prison,
that I may praise your name.
Then the righteous will gather about me
because of your goodness to me.
Maybe they don’t yet have an intimate relationship with Him…they don’t trust confidently that He’ll still love them, regardless of the problem…and maybe they still don’t see Him as All-Powerful, Mighty, able to resolve anything we put in His hands. He’s our good Father–maybe they haven’t caught that revelation yet.
That is so good! If we can just catch the revelation of THE LOVING FATHER. then we can stop hiding and become our real selves in the presence pf God which is evrerywhere.
It made a HUGE difference in my life when I “caught it”, just HUGE. I feel like a miserable wretch much of the time, and if I couldn’t throw myself into God’s arms…well, I’d be dead for sure. Suicide is my default solution, and chronic depression demands that I have a Savior who’s on the job 24/7. I don’t know how people who choose other gods manage at all.
Neither do I.