Please, God, no more yelling,
no more trips to the woodshed.
Treat me nice for a change;
I’m so starved for affection.
Can’t you see I’m black-and-blue,
beaten up badly in bones and soul?
God, how long will it take
for you to let up?
Break in, God, and break up this fight;
if you love me at all, get me out of here.
I’m no good to you dead, am I?
I can’t sing in your choir if I’m buried in some tomb!
I’m tired of all this—so tired. My bed
has been floating forty days and nights
On the flood of my tears.
My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears.
The sockets of my eyes are black holes;
nearly blind, I squint and grope.
Get out of here, you Devil’s crew:
at last God has heard my sobs.
My requests have all been granted,
my prayers are answered.
Cowards, my enemies disappear.
Disgraced, they turn tail and run.
There are times when it’s all one can do to keep going. Just putting one foot in front of the next. Actual physical opposition is still experienced by many Christ-followers in the world. Where we live we face the same in subtle ways through spiritual opposition, and sometimes it’s just the latter. But just the wear and tear of actual life, and all the troubles and problems it brings is enough to weigh us down.
And then what do we do? What the psalmist did. We simply pour out our honest thoughts, fears, and groans to God. And we keep doing that. The answer will come. Sometimes it’s just best for us to bide our time, knowing good will come, because God is good and does good. So we wait in prayer on God. And when the answer comes, we go on, praising and thanking God. As we see evil recede and good happening. In and through Jesus.