“My eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, LORD, every day; I spread out my hands to you.” (Ps 88:9). “I cry out by day, O my God, but You do not answer, and by night, but I have no rest” (Ps. 22:2). “We were so utterly burdened beyond our strength that we despaired of life itself…” (2 Cor 1:8).
“Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God” (Ps. 41:10). “Though he slay me, yet will I hope in him” (Job. 13:15)
Dear Jesus, the question isn’t if we get overwhelmed, but when we get overwhelmed, where do we go? What do we do? Who can we trust? Until you return, trouble, tension, and temptation remain with us.
Some of us have friends, as Paul put it, who are “despairing of life.” Grant us compassion and kindness for them. Some of us are the despair-ers. Grant us mercy and grace. It’s our eyes that are “dim with grief,” and we who are hoarse from crying out to you, while the heavens seem mute.
Hold us tighter when like toddlers, we want to pull back from you in our pain and rage. Pursue us, when, like Jonah, fleeing seems the only journey to relief. Protect us, when in our moments of greatest vulnerability, Satan speaks to us the same words he spoke to Job, “Curse God, and die.” (Job. 2:9).
Though we may not feel “friendly” right now, thank you for good friends—loving sisters and brothers. One of them might be our greatest chance today to see your eyes, hear your voice, know your heart, experience your compassion. Life can’t be done alone. So Very Amen.