There are some things about other people’s lives that I simply can’t relate to in my life. They are outside of anything I have ever experienced. I have no idea what it is like to be homeless; to live under a bridge or scavenge for food. I don’t know what it is like to be famous; to have people constantly wanting you to sign an autograph, take a picture, or just to be in your presence. My “disconnect” with the reality of others is something all people have to deal with in life, but there are some things we all share in common.
When David writes, “Listen to my cry for help…” our ears perk up because we have all been there, and will be there again and again throughout our lives. The question is, “Where does my cry lead me?” To depression? To a night out on the town to try and numb my pain? To a friend that I believe has the power to give me the answer I need and alleviate my problem? I’ve tried all of the above and none of them has ever brought lasting comfort.
David’s tears led him to his King. He took his sorrow to God. He appealed to Him alone for help. I’m learning that it is better to cry out to God and then wait, and if need be, continue to wait and wait and then wait some more for the comfort of the King, the One who alone can quiet any troubled soul. This is far better than trying to simply escape. My prayer today, Lord, is that You will remind me, strengthen me, as I wait upon You.