Considering Psalm 142
I complain.
I moan, groan and embrace my pride with words of discontent as I forget the blessings and honor heaped upon me. I do this to foreshadow my true prayer, in hopes that it might persuade an all-knowing and all-powerful God to look up with pity, favoring that human emotion I know so well instead of simply letting Him love me.
Only after I show how weak, troubled, broken, defeated and depressingly human I am do I tell him my true troubles. And yet... He loves me.
Whe I feel lost and ruined you lift up my chin, and you set my eyes to truth.
And even in that truth, I find despair! Oh! The cruelty! People are against me! People want to harm me! All around is lies and pain! I see no safety.
Until I cry to You.
Listen, please. Let me be foolish and in pain. And then, please, set me free so I can love your truth. Then, then I can bless You and be blessed.
I moan, groan and embrace my pride with words of discontent as I forget the blessings and honor heaped upon me. I do this to foreshadow my true prayer, in hopes that it might persuade an all-knowing and all-powerful God to look up with pity, favoring that human emotion I know so well instead of simply letting Him love me.
Only after I show how weak, troubled, broken, defeated and depressingly human I am do I tell him my true troubles. And yet... He loves me.
Whe I feel lost and ruined you lift up my chin, and you set my eyes to truth.
And even in that truth, I find despair! Oh! The cruelty! People are against me! People want to harm me! All around is lies and pain! I see no safety.
Until I cry to You.
Listen, please. Let me be foolish and in pain. And then, please, set me free so I can love your truth. Then, then I can bless You and be blessed.