“Hear my prayer, O Lord;
let my cry come to you!
Do not hide your face from me
in the day of my distress!
Incline your ear to me;
answer me speedily in the day when I call!
For my days pass away like smoke,
and my bones burn like a furnace.
My heart is struck down like grass and has withered;
I forget to eat my bread.
Because of my loud groaning
my bones cling to my flesh.
I am like a desert owl of the wilderness,
like an owl of the waste places;
I lie awake;
I am like a lonely sparrow on the housetop.
All the day my enemies taunt me;
those who deride me use my name for a curse.
For I eat ashes like bread
and mingle tears with my drink,
because of your indignation and anger;
for you have taken me up and thrown me down.
My days are like an evening shadow;
I wither away like grass.
But you, O Lord, are enthroned forever;
you are remembered throughout all generations.
You will arise and have pity…
For the Lord… appears in his glory;
he regards the prayer of the destitute
and does not despise their prayer.
Let this be recorded for a generation to come,
so that a people yet to be created may praise the Lord:
that he looked down from his holy height;
from heaven the Lord looked at the earth,
to hear the groans of the prisoners,
to set free those doomed to die,
that they may declare the name of the Lord,
and in Jerusalem his praise…
He has broken my strength in midcourse;
he has shortened my days.
‘O my God,’ I say, ‘take me not away
in the midst of my days—
you whose years endure
throughout all generations!’
Of old you laid the foundation of the earth,
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
They will perish, but you will remain;
they will all wear out like a garment.
You will change them like a robe, and they will pass away,
but you are the same, and your years have no end.
The children of your servants shall dwell secure;
their offspring shall be established before you.” Psalm 102:1-13a,16-21,24-28
The psalmist is divinely described as “one afflicted when he is faint and pours out his complaint before the Lord.” Indeed, he is every man, confronted by the distresses of daily life, communicating with his very near and present Lord. He cries out complaint, he rues, and when he is emptied and weary of groaning, he recalls the majesty and supremacy of the Lord. He knows He hears and does not despise his honesty. He knows He meets with mercy and relief. And so He records a confident ‘but God’ for generations to hold and apply.

When God’s people are in the habit of communing with Him, our lives are rich with give-and-take reminders of Who He is and what He does for His children. We speak, He hears. We lament, He comforts. We are downcast and defeated, He lifts up and gives hope of salvation. Our emotions and circumstances twist and change, He remains the same forever.
What cry do we have for the Lord at present? He hears! What despair, loneliness, hunger, or tears will we pour out and leave with Him? Where we feel broken, He endures in grace and redeeming love. What confidence and praise will we express today to make His glories known?
Lord, fix my perspective to trust and rejoice in You.









