I love the Psalms. There is always something to speak to me. Today my Psalm is Psalm 40:
I waited, waited for the LORD; who bent down and heard my cry,
Drew me out of the pit of destruction, out of the mud of the swamp, Set my feet upon rock, steadied my steps,
And put a new song in my mouth, a hymn to our God.[. . .]
LORD, do not withhold your compassion from me; may your enduring kindness ever preserve me.
For all about me are evils beyond count; my sins so overcome me I cannot see. They are more than the hairs of my head; my courage fails me.
LORD, graciously rescue me! Come quickly to help me, LORD![. . .]
But may all who seek you rejoice and be glad in you. May those who long for your help always say, “The LORD be glorified.”
When I am discouraged because all I can see is my own sinfulness and folly. When I am in despair because I have failed yet again to not yell at my children. When everything I do seems dust and ashes. Then the Psalmist gives voice to my anguish: ” my sins so overcome me I cannot see. They are more than the hairs of my head; my courage fails me.” But the beauty is that it speaks to me where I am and yet draws me out from that dark place. It doesn’t leave me there: “May those who long for your help always say, “The LORD be glorified.” Indeed, when I am in most need of his help, then I am most likely to forget to glorify his name. But that is exactly when I need prayers of praise more than petitions.