Closed in, ceiling crashing down. My options are getting smaller, my headspace is getting smaller. My friends whom I can trust are getting smaller, I have become trapped in a closed in space.
When I call, Answer me! O God of my righteousness! In the narrow place, You made it large for me. Be gracious to me and hear my prayer!
Answer me. When I call. Answer me because I have nowhere else to go. I have tried all of my options. I have explored every option, every place, every friendship. But they have all come to nothing.
So I need this from you. Now answer me.
God of my righteousness.
Hear my prayer.
Because you are the only righteousness I have left. Nothing else has proven to work.
O sons of men, how long shall my honor be turned into shame? How long will you love emptiness? How long will you seek a lie?
I am so frustrated with the state of the world today. The many who were supposed to be my friends. How long do I have to wait to have my honor restored? To have my life restored. For all of my struggling to mean something, How long?
I am so frustrated with your fascination with the unimportant. Your obsession with the trivial. How long can you possibly be so stupid? I am frustrated with your endless searches that only result in another made-up story. Fake news fills your time and your mind and your heart. How much longer? Will this be your false reality.
I need someone to understand.
Selah.
Exhale.
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