This morning, while I was driving into work and feeling rather depressed with myself, life, and just about everything else, I came across this passage on my audio Bible.
Psalm 6:1 O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger,
nor discipline me in your wrath.
2 Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;
heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.
3 My soul also is greatly troubled.
But you, O Lord—how long?
4 Turn, O Lord, deliver my life;
save me for the sake of your steadfast love.
5 For in death there is no remembrance of you;
in Sheol who will give you praise?
6 I am weary with my moaning;
every night I flood my bed with tears;
I drench my couch with my weeping.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief;
it grows weak because of all my foes.
8 Depart from me, all you workers of evil,
for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
9 The Lord has heard my plea;
the Lord accepts my prayer.
10 All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled;
they shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment.
The opening words caught this desperate heart’s attention. The truth of the matter is, God doesn’t kick me when I’m down, He pokes me when I wander away from Him. My selfish attitude of self pity looks pretty sad compared to what David went through in his day. Yet, I still feel the need to complain to God about my life and my day.
I love how bold David is in calling for God to repent, or turn. He basically tells God that preserving his life would be in both or their best interest.
I can’t praise God enough that he is gracious to me. His mercy is new every morning, even when I don’t choose to see it.