Do You Get It? Part 1

I’ve been really down, so down I had come close to giving up hope. I woke up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. “God, how much more do I have to deal with?” I felt like I was the only person who’d ever felt like I did. I was reaching for anything when I came across Psalm 88. Just opened my Bible and read it. I then borrowed Big S’s Modern Language Bible and sat in stunned silence. What I was feeling was pretty universal.



God, you’re my last chance of the day.
I spend the night on my knees before You.
Put me on Your salvation agenda;
take note of the trouble I’m in.
I’ve had my fill of trouble;
I’m camped on the edge of hell.
I’m written off as a lost cause,
one more statistic, a hopeless case.
Abandoned as already dead,
one more body in a stack of corpses. . .


You’ve dropped me into a bottomless pit,
sunk me in a pitch-black abyss.
I’m battered senseless by Your rage,
relentlessly pounded by Your waves of anger.
You turned my friends against me,
made me horrible to them.
I’m caught in a maze and can’t find my way out,
blinded by tears of pain and frustration.
I call to You, God, all day I call,
I wring my hands, I plead for help. . .

I’m standing my ground, God, shouting for help,
at my prayers every morning, on my knee each daybreak.
Why, God do You turn a deaf ear?
Why do You make Yourself scarce?
For as long as I remember I’ve been hurting,
I’ve taken the worst You can handout and I’ve had it.
Your wildfire anger has blazed through my life;
I’m bleeding, black-and-blue.
You’ve attacked me fiercely from every side,
raining down blows till I’m nearly dead.
You made lover and neighbor alike dump me;
The only friend I have left is darkness.


OK, so I’m not the only one who ever felt like God was kicking me in the teeth. Still, I wanted to know, how much more did I have to endure? The answer came quickly. . .