I did a funeral of a young man recently. A real tragedy with many questions that might never get answered. Answers and hope at a time like this can only come from God. We need to look (up) and listen (obediently) to the Lord.
The psalmist begins with his eyes looking up for help.
Lord, you are the God who saves me;
day and night I cry out to you.
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May my prayer come before you;
turn your ear to my cry.
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Then he looks at the world and starts his lament.
I am overwhelmed with
troubles and my life draws near to
death. I am counted among those who go down to the pit; I am like one
without strength. I am set apart with the
dead, like
the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no
more, who are cut off from your care.
You have taken from me my closest friends and have made me repulsive
to them. I am confined and cannot escape;
my eyes are dim with grief. Why, Lord, do you
reject me
and hide your face from me?
Then he looks back up from where our help really comes from.
I call to you, Lord, every day; I spread out my hands to you.
I cry to you for help, Lord;
in the morning my prayer comes before you.
How's your life?
Are you looking up for your help or looking out?
Are you listening?
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