O LORD, and let my cry come unto thee.

So what is it like to feel distant? How does it feel to have a haunting sense of being ignored? Things are falling into massive confusion and we feel like God is looking the other way. He is ignoring us and we are numb with loneliness. We are suspicious of being abandoned into a black hole conundrum. We feel the chill of neglect and rejection. How can God just blatantly desert us? We are haunted with our stale breathing as our inner emotions are despairing and our jaded nervous system is raw with darkness. It is as if we’re buried alive in a morass of solitude and poignant isolation.

Who will hear our cry, who cares really? Everyone has their own pain to attend too. And we hear the religious phony blather that fills the air with empty palliative concerns, weird Christianize placeboes, and empty platitudes. We feel out of place, nothing fits, there is no peace, or rest, or close companionship, and no compatibility.

We’re out of tune, unsuitable, incongruent, worn out and faulty. But we keep crying: O LORD, and let my cry come unto thee.

A cry is a call for help. A cry is a request for assistance. God hears every cry. He knows the direction of our crying. He hears the cry of each individual and he hears the combined moans of the nations.  He respects every expression, and knows every tender emotion and feeling.

…the children of Israel sighed by reason of the bondage, and they cried, and their cry came up unto God by reason of the bondage. And God heard their groaning, and God remembered his covenant with Abraham, with Isaac, and with Jacob. And God looked upon the children of Israel, and God had respect unto them. Exd. 2:23-25

He even hears the cries of those who hate His presence. He listens to those who can’t relax with the thought of God. He comprehends those who reject His principles and those who refuse His Word and don’t want God anywhere near them He understands:

So they sent and gathered together all the lords of the Philistines, and said, Send away the ark of the God of Israel, and let it go again to his own place, that it slay us not, and our people : for there was a deadly destruction throughout all the city; the hand of God was very heavy there. And the men that died not were smitten with the hemorrhoids: and the cry of the city went up to heaven. 1Sam. 5:11-12


HE ENDURED: 1SAM. 22:5-7


When the waves of death compassed me


the floods of ungodly men made me afraid


The sorrows of hell compassed me about;


the snares of death prevented me;


In my distress


BY CALLING                                      

I called upon the LORD,

BY CRYING                                        

and cried to my God:


HE IS AWARE                                 

and he did hear my voice

OF GOD’S PRESENCE             

out of his temple,

HE IS ACCEPTING                       

and my cry


did enter into his ears.

To know that his eyes are constantly with us, guarding us, guiding us, gracing us, and giving to us. In every situation God is with us, our Emanuel. Why would we waste our cries in any other direct? Why stuff our feelings stoically, missing the opportunity of using each dilemma as a catapult to God’s tender ear and caring heart?

The eyes of the LORD are upon the righteous, and his ears are open unto their cry Ps. 34:15

He deserves our respect. He promises compassionate care; and the Lord rewards the reverence or our cries, in the granting of our desires and the allowance of our release:

He will fulfill the desire of them that fear him: He will hear their cry & will save them. Psa. 145:19

What a comfort to know that his ears are attentive right down to our very breath, and that with each pant of our lungs his ears are in tune.

I called upon thy name, O LORD, out of the low dungeon. Thou hast heard my voice: hide not your ear at my breathing, at my cry. Lam. 3:55-56

As the song so sensitively says: His eye is on the sparrow and I know he watches me, I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free, for His eye is on the sparrow and I know he watches me.

Our feelings of sorrow are to be a prod, a source of movement, a goal for which they are headed, and so the psalmist expresses, let my cry come unto thee. God should be the clear direction for all our feelings and it’s our feelings that display our outlook and approach, our mind set, and way of thinking, in each circumstance and situation. This is our posture, and pose on every event. Our feelings are controlled by our thoughts and determine our mindset. To spill our feelings on anything or anyone else is to waste them and be robbed of the joys of God’s comfort. Why be cheated of the filling of God’s Spirit. He is poured out to us as we cast our cares completely on Him. He fills all our needs, and He imbues us with His power and satisfies our depleted hearts with His fullness.

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