Surrounded, drawing my own escape plans in the dust, I know it’s you I need to wait on. Patience is not my strength nor is waiting for an answer. It’s gone on for a year now and there’s been no change. Sometimes I feel like my prayers are spoken into a deep valley where they fade into the wind. Why won’t you listen to me, Lord? Why won’t you come to my rescue? I’ll never understand how my enemies can hate me so much. The level of their depravity insults even the wicked. I want to charge out from my hiding place and fight — bring an end to this war. But your wisdom holds me back and prevents me from a humiliating defeat. You whisper in my ear, “Hold on a little longer. A few more days and an answer will come.” I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. After I praised you … prayed so hard, only for no response. The more I plead and shout, my circumstances only worsen. Please Lord, hold me in your palm, protected, and let me rely on your battle plan. Let me look safely through your mighty fingers at the terrors below, so I know what I’m facing and how you’ll deliver me.
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