1 I will exalt you, Lord, for you lifted me out of the depths and did not let my enemies gloat over me. 2 Lord my God, I called to you for help, and you healed me.
3 You, Lord, brought me up from the realm of the dead; you spared me from going down to the pit.
4 Sing the praises of the Lord, you his faithful people; praise his holy name.
5 For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime;
weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.
6 When I felt secure, I said, “I will never be shaken.”
7 Lord, when you favored me, you made my royal mountain stand firm;
but when you hid your face, I was dismayed.
8 To you, Lord, I called; to the Lord I cried for mercy:
9 “What is gained if I am silenced, if I go down to the pit?
Will the dust praise you? Will it proclaim your faithfulness?
10 Hear, Lord, and be merciful to me; Lord, be my help.”
11 You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
12 that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent.
Lord my God, I will praise you forever.
I'll be honest, I'm only 50% with this Psalm today. The part in verse 7 where David says "when you hid your face, I was dismayed." Yeah. I'm a bit "dismayed" today. Some close friends are going through an incredibly tough time, and a ton of prayers are going up in their name. But the bad news seems to multiply on itself in this situation.
I'm frustrated.
I want things to be better for them. Happier. More peaceful
I want God to ride in on the white horse and save the day. Save the day, today. Right now.
But it's not happening.
And I'm impatient. Even as I write this, I hear Him lovingly telling me He has it. I want the government to come to the rescue. They aren't. I want to be able to save my friends. I can't. My friends want to fix it all. They can't.
Just Him.
So I can only pray "Hear, Lord, and be merciful to me; Lord, be my help." Be our help today.
Please.
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