Psalm 6

The times in my life when I have felt despair like this have been few and short-lived. I am lucky and I know it.

But from the few times when I have wept and cried out...I must admit to not feeling the assurance that the psalmist displays at the end of this Psalm. "The Lord has heard my plea for mercy, the Lord accepts my prayer." (v. 9)

My life is easy... and I find myself doubting whether or not God accepts my prayers. I don't doubt God's power. I doubt God's willingness to intervene - I question whether God will act on my behalf in the great vision that I cannot see.

The Bible is full of stories of people who suffer - and play their part in God's great plan...Job, Sarai, Dinah, John the Baptist, Paul, the man born deaf and blind (so that he may be healed by Christ to bring glory)....I feel like such a bit-player in this great drama.

This psalm amazes me. To know God's love so fully and to KNOW that the Lord accepts his prayer. My head questions whether I could ever stand in his shoes - wondering about God's "bigger picture". My heart longs for such assurance.