The story...
My soul ached with hurt, pain, and sadness. It slowly built up until it felt like a balloon under pressure - it had to be released before it burst. I learned to express my pain, strong emotions, and request for relief aloud - I mean really loud. It helped to be home alone, deep in the woods on a hike, or even alone at the end of our pier that juts out into Lake Michigan. I'd let my pain rip - praying earnestly, and loudly, for resolution, grace, mercy, justice, or healing. My outward expression of my inner condition seemed right and good - the crying out often left me being more peaceful, content and thankful.
The only church in town will cry out to the Lord in times of distress and need - scripture says He hears and has the power to act according to what's best for each person and community too (Psalms 119:169; 142:1; Ezekiel 9:4; Matthew 20:30; Acts 7:60; and Hebrews 5:7). He wants us to pray even though He doesn't really need us to - it's something about our relationship. The only church in town will cry out in thankfulness and praise as they see God's faithfulness, love, and unlimited power worked out.
Just for today...
"It seems strange, when I think of it, that God is most vivid to my consciousness when I am in the depths of despair, and all I can say to Him is: 'God help me!'" One Day at a Time (p. 319)
"You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fulness of your joy." Kahlil Gibran: The Prophet
"Life pressed on; Stooped of strain - Cried to LORD; Relieve my pain!"
"Lingers on; Sustain He can - Trusting His; Far-better man." Am I a Poet?



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