Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy...
Listen and help, O God, I'm reduced to a whine and a whimper, obsessed with feelings of doomsday.
I am a person full of words. I am never at a loss for words. In this depression, however, I have trouble processing both what I say and what is being said to me. I feel surprised that the world is going on around me, and confused by it all. I'm not myself anymore, and I'm convinced that I never will be again. This psalm reassures me that my prayer does not have to be full of perfect words, like a Supreme Court case. I can offer my whines and whimpers and feelings of doomsday to God. They are all I have right now. I can offer them to God and he will hear them and understand them.
Lord, I'm not able to think of the right words. Fill me with the reassurance that I don't need to. You have provided the words for me in the Psalms. Open my heart to their comfort and healing. Amen.
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