Sunday Psalms

Be merciful to me, 

O Lord, 

for I am frail; 

heal me, 

O Lord, 

for my bones are in agony. 

My soul is deeply distressed. 

How long, 

O Lord, 

how long? 

I am weary from groaning; 

all night I flood my bed with weeping 

and drench my couch with tears. 

My eyes fail from grief; 

Psalms 6:2-3, 6-7 BSB

If we ever think we need permission to cry, then here it is. 

Situations and circumstances that seem unbearable, that do not appear to have and end, wounds that never seem to heal, reopened again and again... David's song says;

"I hear you, 

I've been there too."

There's no hiding his emotions here, or putting on a brave face, there's noise. 

Lots of noise.

Unmissable.

It's OK not to be OK.

There's questions.

It's OK to bring our questions to God. 

When you face grief, loss, hurt, maybe David's voice here will resonate with you, tuck it away for when you need it.

If you're facing grief, loss, hurt, right now, may you find permission to grieve and an ally in your expression, and perhaps follow David's lead and write your own song, your own Psalm of lament and sorrow. 

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