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HOW LONG, O LORD? ~ Lori Watson Stories
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“Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am faint; O Lord, heal me. For my bones are in agony. My soul is in anguish. How long, O Lord, how long?” Psalm 6:2-3 How Long O Lord?

I find hope in God’s promises and the knowledge that He is faithful to complete the good work He has begun. I seek His peace in the midst of the storm, and He often lays peace over the pain like a comforting blanket.

But there is pain.

There is agony and anguish beyond my capacity to bear. And I’ve discovered that pain makes people uncomfortable. If we can’t give you a quick fix, we’d prefer you go bleed somewhere silently so we can get back to believing whatever we’re comfortable with, rather than seeking the truth of the situation.

Because the truth is that we can’t handle the truth.

We want the redemption story without the blood and guts of the struggle. We want to cheer on the survivors once they’ve survived and are no longer covered with the gore of their trauma. We’d rather offer support to a stranger than sit with a broken, bleeding friend.

Life is not always good. And sometimes you hear people say, “Why didn’t they ask for help?”

What if they did and help was not found?

These verses from the Psalms are raw and real and uncomfortable: My bones are in agony. My soul is in anguish. How long?

Our God is not made uncomfortable by our raw vulnerability. He sits with us in our brokenness and grief, and hears our cries. When others don’t know and don’t care how deeply we are wounded and how desperately we need help, He places that blanket of peace over our pain and whisper words of love.

How long, O Lord?

As long as it takes. Trust Me.


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