O Lord, I am oppressed; be my security!
A newspaper story, decades ago, described a husband and wife who returned to their beautiful suburban home, from a day trip, to see many police cars in the driveway. The wife immediately began to say the Lord’s Prayer, repeating the words incessantly. Every fiber of her being knew that something was sickeningly wrong, even before the police told them that their daughter had been killed. Sometimes, when what has happened to us is so hurtful … when the pain is so unbearable, so overwhelming … all we can do is cry out to God.
“God of might and mercy, be with me when it is completely dark and I cannot imagine living one hour longer with the pain. Be with those who suffer such woe and such heartache. Have mercy on us, Lord; on all who cry out in great pain.”