The Psalms are passionate and expressive, gritty and real. They are an instruction book for prayer and worship and fuel your vocabulary in talking with God.

I find them a comfort, and a relief to my soul. In a recent time of feeling distress over a situation I started to read through the psalms, I saw again and again how the writers were also frequently in distress, but in all of the passages I read, God heard their cries, for example:

“In my distress I cried to the LORD, And He heard me.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭120:1‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

This is one of many. I find this part of the mystery of scripture, that I can read it and I find relief and peace and hope. Somehow the writer’s experience is now mine, not that I have seen the answer to my cries, but I have hope that as it was there so shall it be now. That becuase the Lord heard the distress of David’s cry he will hear mine. And so I take it on board and I whisper it to myself, I speak it out reminding myself becuase I so easily forget, I so easily slip into doubt and unbelief and listen to the lies of the enemy. It is only through constantly reminding myself of these things that it becomes a part of me and part of my thinking and who I am.

In my distress I know that he hears me, as He did with David. This is now mine and a grace and comfort. It is reassurance that the Lord knows my situation, He knows me and is not distant.

Father, thankyou that you hear our cries, thankyou that you know me, remind me of your promises, comfort me in times of distress. In Jesus name Amen.