A Cry For Mercy
"Psalms 116:1-2 : "I love the Lord because he hears my voice and my prayer for mercy. Because he bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath."
There are just some days that are great. Some days that are neither good nor bad. Some that are excruciating. I wish I knew - someone knew, anyone knew - what the formula was for the great days and what the formula was for the bad days. That would be worth investing in.
“I know that the only way to be better is to receive a great healing from The Great Healer. It is the only way. It was my only cry. "Heal me." ”
Some days just seem to be on the excruciating side. It starts with being overly chilled the whole day, not sleeping well the previous nights, and topped off with some not-so-good Mexican food. My joints felt like spikes. My legs cramp and ache. My head feels like a nail had been driven in just above my right eye. I needed to be up. I needed to be functioning. I know it would be worse if I laid in bed all day. I just need a hot bath to get started. However, for some very strange reason, we have no hot water. Of course not. So, I begin an hour-long shuffle to just get dressed. But, I find myself overwhelmed with pain. I can't move. No one is around to help. All I can do is sit on my vanity stool and cry. I cry out for mercy. I cry out to God to heal me.
There was no way that, at 42, I could get through the rest of my life feeling like this. There is no way I can function the rest of my life unable to get dressed. If I take this much attention and effort to care for now, what will it be like when I'm 80? I know that the only way to get better is to receive a great healing from The Great Healer. It is the only way. It is my only cry. "Heal me."
I had to continue on my way. I had to continue to be functional. I skipped my hair and threw on a hat. I inched my way to my desk and land in my chair. There is no creativity or productive flow occurring. All my energy has been used to get ready. I slide my phone over and open up my Bible App.
"I love the Lord because he hears my voice and my prayer for mercy. Because he bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath."
I was blown away. This was the verse of the day on my app. He was speaking directly to me. He told me he had heard me. I was humbled. I am humbled. The Lord of All had heard my cry for mercy. He had heard my request for healing. He hears every request that we have. He hears everything we say with our lips, in our thoughts, and in our hearts. There never is a time that we can hide what we have to say. There is never a time that he is not with us.