I had said that I didn’t relate to the Psalms right now, because God always saved David, but thankfully this one was written by a friend and was the first one I flipped to as I sat down to work this morning.
Save me, O God,
for the waters have come up to my neck.
2 I sink in the miry depths,
where there is no foothold.
I have come into the deep waters;
the floods engulf me.
3 I am worn out calling for help;
my throat is parched.
My eyes fail,
looking for my God.
To say I’ve been panicking and cannot breathe would be an understatement. I’m facing challenges that I truly believe no new widow should face.
I love that this friend did not copy down the whole chapter or my mind would have wandered and become overwhelmed.
But I pray to you, Lord,
in the time of your favor;
in your great love, O God,
answer me with your sure salvation.
She skipped right on to verse 13, and I love the version she chose “in the acceptable time”… deliver me.
God doesn’t act on command. He may not act today. He may act in a way that looks like it’s too late, like he did with Lazarus. But this will pass and I can get back to the business of mourning and healing.