He didn't make it go away. He broke the news that there isn't any left over fluid, but there's hearing loss in my ear and signs of a condition that is attacking my hearing. I left the office with an appt for an MRI, strict restrictions on my salt intake (Goodbye, french fries! I love you...), and prescriptions for things with ugly side effects. My happy expectation faded into surprise and discouragement, which bubbled over into tears after I handed the pharmacist the order. I sat down on a bench outside of Target, only to realize it was covered with rain ... soaking the entire backside of my jeans. (I think Satan added that part ...)
I cry to you, O LORD; I say, "You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living."
Attend to my cry, for I am brought very low! Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me! ~ Psalm 142: 5,6
I was feeling like I was "brought very low" by what is attacking me physically. Other things attack us emotionally, spiritually, even mentally. Psalm 142 tells us we can be "brought very low" when we're out of energy, confused, attacked, or just so alone. It also tells us God knows our way ... even the low way.
What do we do when we feel "brought low?" (vv. 1-2) Aside from sitting on a wet bench, you do what I did:
- cry out to our Refuge
- plead for mercy
- pour out your complaint
- tell Him your trouble
And what does He do when we come to Him with tears and fears and questions and ... okay, a little bit of an attitude? He "attends to" our cries, and we give thanks in return. Our right attitude will benefit the other children of God around us. Oh, help me, Lord, to have a good attitude, so it's a benefit and not a burden to others!
- Have you been surprised by a hardship? He knows your way.
- Have you been brought low by an attack? He is your portion.
You have permission to complain to your Refuge, sweet friend. Go ahead. He's listening, and there's room on the bench.