By Kathryn Taylor
I found some quiet solitude on a quest for inner peace-
I was out to seek my God, in hopes the pain would cease-
My world was full of conflict, I sought to find some rest-
I would give my all in all, putting faith up to the test-
I tried to clear my head of all the darting thoughts-
They just wouldn't go away, no matter how I fought-
I cannot quiet myself long enough to pray
And even if I knew I could, I wouldn't know what to say-
I'm too consumed with anguish, overwhelmed by many things-
It would take a month to drain... the turmoil within my being-
I rose up and I ran... as fast as my legs would go
I'd come here to find Him... and now He'd never know-
With tears and heartfelt words....to a friend I told my plight-
Maybe she'd have the answer to seek my Lord outright-
She said to me, "My friend, from your head clear to your toes-
There's nothing in between that God doesn't want to know.
All that is in your heart and everything inside your head
Are things to bring to God and are needed to be said-
Those thoughts which crowd your skull and are foremost in your mind,
Need healing above all else, 'cause they keep you in a bind-
Everything you say and do... is prayer to our Lord,
so invite him in to listen... and believe He hears your words -
I'll ask you one more time to go back and try again-
Get on your knees before Him... and tell Him where you've been-
Some friends of mine are really struggling right now. They are in situations which makes one wonder where God is, makes one wonder, "Does He really care?", "Why doesn't He intervene?", "When will it end?" These labor pains of life seem unending at times. This Psalm I read this morning reminded me of such times. Hang on, my dear friends, this too shall pass. If you cling to Christ with your faith, even if only the size of a mustard seed, He will refine you with the fires of your trials and sharpen you as steel hits steel.
I cried unto God with my voice, even unto God with my voice; and he gave ear unto me.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.
Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.
I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search.
Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more?
Is his mercy clean gone for ever? doth his promise fail for evermore?
Hath God forgotten to be gracious? hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah.
And I said, This is my infirmity: but I will remember the years of the right hand of the most High.
I will remember the works of the LORD: surely I will remember thy wonders of old.
I will meditate also of all thy work, and talk of thy doings.
Thy way, O God, is in the sanctuary: who is so great a God as our God?
Thou art the God that doest wonders: thou hast declared thy strength among the people.
Thou hast with thine arm redeemed thy people, the sons of Jacob and Joseph. Selah.
The waters saw thee, O God, the waters saw thee; they were afraid: the depths also were troubled.
The clouds poured out water: the skies sent out a sound: thine arrows also went abroad.
The voice of thy thunder was in the heaven: the lightnings lightened the world: the earth trembled and shook.
Thy way is in the sea, and thy path in the great waters, and thy footsteps are not known.
Thou leddest thy people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.
Notice the writer's path, from deep suffering to a voice of praise. Verse ten is a turning point. He says, "Yes, I am suffering, BUT I will remember what God has done in the past. I will remember the good deeds He has done. I will think of these things deeply and I will speak them out loud."
From there, the writer begins praising God and His awesome power. Is that also a path for us to follow? I believe so. Many times I have laid on my bedroom floor, crying to God in desperation, unable to pray, unable to trust, unable to feel his presince and love. Out of nothing but prue faith, I will begin talking to God, prfessing His love for me, thanking Him for being in control. I do not feel that way at all, and my flesh fights me with every word. But, I know if I stand in faith and speak those words which I know are true, I will soon feel and see His hand upon my situation and find peace. It may not be in my time or in a way I imagine, but It will always come to be. It is His promise to those who love Hime. So, stand in the fiery funace and trust that the heat will not consume you, sit with the lions and believe they will not devour you, and lie in your prison cell and sing praises unto the Lord.
But he giveth more grace. Wherefore he saith, God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble.
Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.
Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you. Cleanse your hands, ye sinners; and purify your hearts, ye double minded.
Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep: let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to heaviness.
Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he shall lift you up.