I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, that he may hear me. In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be comforted. I think of God, and I moan; I meditate, and my spirit faints. You keep my eyelids from closing; I am so troubled that I cannot speak. I consider the days of old, and remember the years of long ago. I commune with my heart in the night; I meditate and search my spirit: “Will the Lord spurn forever, and never again be favorable? Has his steadfast love ceased forever? Are his promises at an end for all time? Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion?” And I say, “It is my grief that the right hand of the Most High has changed.” I will call to mind the deeds of the LORD; I will remember your wonders of old. I will meditate on all your work, and muse on your mighty deeds. Your way, O God, is holy. What god is so great as our God? You are the God who works wonders; you have displayed your might among the peoples. With your strong arm you redeemed your people, the descendants of Jacob and Joseph. (Psalm 77:1-15, NRSV)
Have you ever been so weary that you just throw your hands up and shout “I give up!”
We have all been there. We have all been so far down the only way we can look is up! And when we cry out to God, and throw up our hands in surrender, He will always be there to hold our hands and lift us up. Not remove the pain or the situation, but remind us that even in the muck He is walking with us.
He will not leave us to wallow in the mire alone, but will heed our cry and come to our side.
So cry aloud to God so He can hear your pain!
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