Groanings

Oh Father,

This morning your people need you. NEED YOU.

The routine of the daily steps of living, the onslaught of the enemy’s schemes and the discontent of our own hearts begins to move against even as we wake and attempt to rise out of our slumber.

You have protected us throughout the night. You have not slept. Your eyes have not drooped in weariness. You have not fought to hold your eyes open. Your head has not nodded. No, you have been near us while we sleep. And I thank you.

Many will rise to meet this day with discouragement and frustration. Many will wake to already present problems demanding and exacting payment. Many will open their eyes and face fears and doubts. Many will awake with the thought of how do I make it through this day?

Questions asked and answers unresolved. Inner turmoil roiling and unsettled. Confusion descending like fog. Pain entwining and constricting. And there is a deadness in it all—a numbness. And that frightens us.

Father, today will you please hear the cries of your people?

Please, Father, all around me I hear the moans of your people. I hear the groanings in an undercurrent. And I know if I hear then you hear it magnified. I see people writhing in fear and distrust, and I know if I see it then you must see it expanded. I feel people hurting in pain and doubt, and I know if I feel it then you must feel it intensely.

Father, please help. Please hear the pitiful weeping of your people. Please come stand beside us. Please come fight for us. Please come be our defender and our strong protector. The enemy is bearing down against us. He is using every resource to blind us to your truth, every arsenal tool to dismantle us so we don’t recognize your aid. Open our eyes as you did with Elisha’s servant—let us see, even for a brief moment, what you are doing around us. For just a sliver of time allow us to see so that we might be encouraged. So that we might see you through the haze.

Amen and amen