Our Help

I lift mine eyes to the hills from whence cometh my Help.  Another all night vigil, but few words were uttered before the Lord.  Instead there was sighs and groans.  My heart too heavy for words. 

As I study the Psalms of David, I appreciate his transperancy before God.  I appreciate how he allows God to quiet his heart through faith.  In many of the Psalms, David starts out complaining and fearful and  in his fears He even commands God to destroy his enemies on his behalf.  He frequently asks the tough questions, like "How long must I wait?",  "Why have you forsaken me?".  If we are truly honest, we too ask those questions.  I found myself asking them just last night!

There are times in life where the trials seem to go on forever.  Spurgeon said it best when he wrote "Time flies with full-fledged wings in our summer days, but in our winters he flutters painfully.  A week within prison walls is longer than a month at liberty".    When we are in the midst of the trial we see it as urgent, and if we are wise, we cry out to the Lord.    Often times, when the trial lags on, we foolishly remark like David, "How long will you forget me, O Lord?  Forever?"   It is then, in those times, we need to be reminded  that our omniscient God does not suffer from dementia--He can not forget us; He has engraved us on the palms of His hands!

Psalm 12: " Help Lord".  I have prayed that prayer a million times!  It is one of those emergency  prayers.  Like the sighs and the groanings of our hearts, it is one of those prayers that go directly to the mercy-seat of our God.  The Arabic translation of this short prayer is :" Deliver me by main force, as with weapons of war."    I found that fitting for our emergency prayer!  David knew that no matter what, God would come to his aide.  He knew that God was no stranger to battle and he knew, like us, that God is the Victor!

I was talking to my son last night and listening to him spew about not believing in God and not believing in Satan, those are "your" beliefs and "I am my own person", blah blah blah.  And after he finished, I told him that whether or not he believes in God or the devil, they both exist and you will serve one or the other whether you realize it or not.  To choose God, is to choose life and love and security; and not to choose at all, is in fact, a choice.  I told him that the Bible says "if you are not for God, then you are against Him".   (now you understand the all night vigil)  I could not help but grieve for this young heart that is obscured in darkness.  I could not help but pray, and after hours and days and months and years of praying, I could not help but ask, with tear stained cheeks, "How Long must I wait, O Lord?"

Ps 12:5  "Now I will arise, says the Lord, because the needy are oppressed, because of their groans; I will set him in safety and in the salvation for which he pants." 

God hears our sighs, our groans,  our tears, and though they make no great noise, He bottles them up.  He has heard the voice of my weeping and He is on the way--I only need to look to the hills from wence cometh my help!