Silent Not Still

Psalm 13:1-2 — “How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me?”

Silent,

but not still.

Quiet,

but not content.

My mind churns,

my thoughts cannot be restrained;

my spirit is not content within me.

How, O Lord,

do I worship You in wandering?

How do I sing praise,

when my soul has no rest,

and my body has no peace?

I am weary,

I see myself as a waste.

With each passing day,

I lose sense of my convictions.

You, O God,

knit me together this way;

why do I have no peace?

Is it disobedience,

fear and worry,

an unwillingness to be bold?

Is it impatience,

pride and selfishness,

an unwillingness to wait?

May my questioning

bring You glory, Father.

Make obedience my conviction,

and righteousness my meditation.

You have plans for me -

not my own -

plans to prosper me,

to use me.

I must not forget.

Amen.