
Fighting For My Heart…Psalm 55
Listen to my prayer, O God, …
Opening a moment of prayer addressing God and asking Him to listen.
How do we open moments with God?
Do we pause in the quiet?
Do we scream loudly for Him to hear?
Is it in passing?
Is it deliberate?
Opening a conversation with God is the beginning to any prayer. It is like pushing the buttons on our phone to call a friend. We hold out hope that our friend will answer. This hope gives way to the wish to talk, or cry, or celebrate.
The Psalmist’s opening line was simply…” HEY GOD…LET’S TALK!”
…do not ignore my plea
A demanding cry of the Psalmist!
I command you God!
I demand of you God!…
DO NOT IGNORE ME!
Or…was this more of a cry from a tender yet broken heart?
Please God, do not walk out the door. My heart is broken. Please stay. Please sit. Please listen…I need you!
At times, we simply need God to hear, to listen, to be here, …
Hear me and answer me.
A cry to be heard.
A cry to plead.
A cry for an answer.
I cry out to God. I need Your listening ears for comfort. Please let me feel Your presence. Allow Your listening ears to heal this loneliness and isolation.
Answer me Jesus. Please do not let me walk away from this moment empty and without answers. I need You! I need Your answers…Your wisdom…Your guidance!
I have tried over and over again to find answers, but they are empty and useless. They achieve nothing pushing me back into the same space as though I am chasing my own tail.
Please, God, give me Your answers!
My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught.
My thoughts bombard me day and night. My sleep is restless, my dreams are of hatred and betrayal. I wake up in distress and agony. I can’t escape the monsters inside my head. They chase me down in a relentless pursuit.
because of what my enemy is saying, because of the threats of the wicked.
Oh, dear God, their words and accusations hurt so deeply. They do not stop. With the rise of each new day come familiar words of pain and betrayal. They have lost the ability to see me, a human. I am one who hurts and bleeds with each twist of the knife.
Threats that try to destroy!
for they bring down suffering on me and assail me in their anger.
The rocks they throw at me are heavier and heavier weighing me down with their accusations. Lord, please lift these rocks from my shoulders.
They act violently with their anger. They come at me one by one. They come two by two. They accuse me in groups and in masses of wrong. There is no mercy, no grace.
My heart is in anguish within me;
If you were to squeeze my heart, the brokenness, hurt, and anger would pour out. I try to hide it. I try to smile, but my heart is so broken. I think I have let go of my hurt. Yet, my heart only pauses. More anguish fills it further. The supply is endless.
the terrors of death have fallen on me.
I would not describe death as terror. More than that, I would appreciate death as a relief from this pain.
Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me.
My stomach trembles with fear. Fear for what is before me. Fear their accusations turn to right. Fear that God will turn from my wretched aching soul.
My fear turns to horror…like watching a movie as I sit on the edge of my seat. Friend changing to villain now turns towards his victim looking to devour. I cower in horror.
Oh, that I had the wings of a dove. I would fly away and be at rest. I would flee far away and stay in the desert…
I long to flee but instead I sit face to face, cheek to cheek, eye to eye with my enemy.
Still crying out to God…Listen to my prayer oh God…LISTEN!
I call to God, and the Lord saves me.
Evening, morning, and noon I cry out in distress, and he hears my voice.
My prayer never ceases. I look this way and that way for relief. My heart tells me to look only ONE way. My truth and my foundation agree. I force my gaze away from my enemy and onto my God. I cry out to God in despair three times a day. Every moment of every day, I long to find relief.
But as for me, I trust in you.
AMEN




