“I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, and he will hear me. In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying. You hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak. I consider the days of old, the years long ago. I said, ‘Let me remember my song in the night; let me meditate in my heart.’ Then my spirit made a diligent search: ‘Will the Lord spurn forever, and never again be favorable? Has his steadfast love forever ceased? Are his promises at an end for all time?.. Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion?’ Then I said, ‘I will appeal to this, to the years of the right hand of the Most High.’ I will remember the deeds of the Lord; yes, I will remember your wonders of old. I will ponder all your work, and meditate on your mighty deeds. Your way, O God, is holy. What god is great like our God? You are the God who works wonders; you have made known your might among the peoples. You with your arm redeemed your people. Your way was through the sea, your path through the great waters; yet your footprints were unseen. You led your people like a flock.” Psalm 78:1-2,4-15,19-20
These have been days of trouble for several loved ones, for many I do not know. Trouble does not discriminate. Deep pain with erring children, recurring cancer, torn marriages splitting families, unjust accusations that can ruin reputation and livelihood, devastation from natural disaster. The psalmist cries, and cries again, convinced that God will hear, yet weary of trouble and unable in restless sleep to find his song in the night. Feeling helpless, he pours out his beleaguered soul, then in an act of his will, appeals to his God’s character. Through all His years, He has been faithful, working wonders in might and holiness. This is the God he would choose to trust, this the One Who could lead him through the sea again, unseen, mysterious, omnipotent, his Deliverer.
What troubles assail today? What choking heartache, niggling resentment, empty alone, deep regret, practical impossibility, or oppressive fear is clenching my lungs, taking my air, weighing down with impossible burden? Cry to God! He knows every trouble, and all pain associated with them. “Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed.” He Who is the same yesterday, today, and forever has from the beginning worked marvelous deeds for His people. Remember the miracles of old, the answers to prayer that surprised and amazed! Recount His past faithfulnesses, and trust Him again! One day, all will be well; in this we can take heart. (Isaiah 53:4-5; 2 Thessalonians 3:3; Hebrews 10:23; 13:8; 1 Peter 2:24; Revelation 7:17; 21:3-4)
Trustworthy God, there is none like You! It is good to be near You, my refuge, my very present help in trouble, my peace, that I may tell of all your works and lift high Your praise. (Psalm 46:1; 73:28; John 16:33)