My Deliverer

My Deliverer

6 I am worn out from my groaning.
All night long I flood my bed with weeping
and drench my couch with tears.
7 My eyes grow weak with sorrow;
they fail because of all my foes.
8 Away from me, all you who do evil,
for the Lord has heard my weeping.
9 The Lord has heard my cry for mercy;
the Lord accepts my prayer.
10 All my enemies will be overwhelmed with shame and anguish;
they will turn back and suddenly be put to shame. Psalms 6:6-10

Ever had one of those days? You know the ones, the ones that leave you emotional and physically exhausted? Recently I had one or actually, several. For any of you that do not know, I am a high school teacher. Most of you would say, “Stop right there. Say no more. I understand.” My husband is a full time minister, and I am involved in women’s ministries. Now the rest of you would say, “We totally understand, and I have been there also.”
Discouragement seems to hit out of nowhere. Just when you think things are fine, wham, Satan takes a punch at you. Some of Satan’s shots are so low. They are cheap shots, but they hurt and the damage is done. We all have been through discouragement before, and at some point you might think we would get past it. But, no. These times leave you exhausted from sleep loss and drained from the constant dealing with the matter at hand.
Just before church on a recent Wednesday night, I was pretty down and out. Before leading my Bible study, I went to the room early, sat down and turned on the praise music. Time to fight back.
One of my precious friends who had also been dealing with some difficult issues came in the room. We embraced, and let the tears flow. Emotional release is a good thing. I reminded her, as she well knows, that we are not without a protector. We are not helpless. We were both feeling beat up.
After I taught my study, I went home, grabbed a washcloth, and lay facedown on the carpet. I wept that big, ugly I-don’t-want-anyone-to-see-this kind of crying. I begged the God of the universe for help. I pleaded for mercy. I cried out on behalf of my sisters in Christ in my Bible study who are dealing with so much pain, disease and decisions.
I stayed on that carpet quite some time, asking for miracles, big and small. I have asked God to teach me some things, and I can see that through these trials, He is. I need Him to show me how to live each day more like Him and to courageously face the trials.
So, what happened? The next day a boldness had returned, confident in my Sovereign God. Things changed. Miracles did not happen because I prayed, but because God said so. We are not defenseless. Cry out to God, on your knees, on your face, beside your bed, confident that He can do all things because He can.

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