Feb 7 Daily Rhythm
I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, and he will 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. When I remember God, I moan; when I meditate, my spirit faints.
Dear father, you are father. You love and care better than other fathers. You are good. We don’t always feel that. We don’t always believe that. In the day of trouble, we seek you and you don’t appear to answer. Lord, hear us this morning. We ask for the faith to trust in your love and care when you feel far off.
You hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak. I consider the days of old, the years long ago. I said, “Let me remember my song in the night; let me meditate in my heart.” Then my spirit made a diligent search: “Will the Lord spurn forever, and never again be favorable? Has his steadfast love forever ceased? Are his promises at an end for all time? Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion?”
Oh God, we confess to often feeling this way. Wondering in light of our daily lives or in light of current events, God have you walked away? Father? We cry out in the dark sometimes asking where you are. We doubt your goodness and question your faithfulness.
Then I said, “I will appeal to this, to the years of the right hand of the Most High.” I will remember the deeds of the LORD; yes, I will remember your wonders of old. I will ponder all your work, and meditate on your mighty deeds.
But wait father, you have been good. Good not only to us, but to all your people throughout millennia. You parted the Red Sea you spoke to our fathers, you rescued your people through exile, you become one of us, you submitted yourself to death on our behalf, you rose defeated death. You are a good God, you are good to your people.