Out of the depths

I cry to you,

Lord ; 

Psalms 130:1 NIV

Our world doesn't want us to go there. 

To the depths.

To the deep.

It doesn't want to hear you. 

Even church can feel like that sometimes. Put on your happy face. Don't bring anything from the depths.

But the psalmist doesn't care about putting on a mask, he's keeping it real with God (& with us)

And in that, allows us to do the same. 

To visit the depths.

To go to the core of who we are.

And from there cry out.

To.

To the Eternal.

There's days when I wish God would just do what I want. But when I visit the depths, that would be a god who's too small to cry out to, a god of my own making.

If I could fully understand Him, why would I need Him? God would be smaller than me.

At the depths I cry to the Eternal, to the Mystery, to Yahweh.

And yet He has revealed himself in a way we can (at least partially) grasp. 

God made flesh.

Jesus too cried out to the Father from the depths.

It's OK 

Our God can handle hearing from our Depths.

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