…I’m Crying

Dear God,

I’m crying. Can you see it? Do you know it?

I am not a stranger to the tears that stain countless pillows at night. To the sadness that makes one feel isolated and alone and compels a person to withdraw from those around them. To the grief that can make one feel anger over why they had to have something taken away from them in the first place.

I cry out to my God to please, please take this pain away. Please take this sorrow out of my body and out of my heart.

“Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am faint…for my bones are in agony.”

Psalm 6:2

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Why? Why go to an invisible God and ask him for help?

In faith I go to God because I know he hears my cries for mercy and aid.

“The Lord has heard my cry for mercy; the Lord accepts my prayer” (Psalm 6:9).

In faith I go to God because I know he understands what I am feeling.

“When Jesus saw her weeping…he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled” (John 11:33).

In faith I go to God because I know he has saved his people in the past…

“You are the God who performs miracles; you display your power among the peoples. With your mighty arm you redeemed your people, the descendants of Jacob and Joseph” (Psalm 77:14-15).

…and continues to do so…

“‘I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die.'” (John 11:25-26)

…because he loves us.

“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail” (Lamentations 3:22).

Lord do you hear me crying?
My fists, they pound your breast.
My weeping turns to mourning;
my heart can find no rest.

But as I lie here on this bed,
your tears, they mingle with mine,
and by your grace I’m once more led
to sleep in your sweet love divine.

Bible Reading: Psalm 77