PRAYER FOR THOSE LIVING WITH CRITICISM
He sent from on high, He took me; He drew me out of many waters. He brought me forth also into a broad place; He rescued me, because He delighted in me. Psalm 18:16,19
Lord, I am confined. I’m in the company of those with whom I cannot talk freely. I’m weighing my words. When I speak, I am not known nor understood. I have little influence. The wisdom that comes from You is not wanted and without it, there will be calamity. I see it coming. The consequences of unbelief and rebellion will fall upon those who despise Your ways. I am so frustrated. I have attempted, over and over again, to speak for You. They have rejected You and me. I feel like a modern day O.T. prophet.
I am struggling with rejection, Jesus. I know it is You they hate but they do not know that. I am the one they contend with. I am the one they ridicule. You have prompted me to speak, to sow seeds of righteousness, but this sprinkling of Your Word has fallen upon spiritually deaf ears. You said, “Men love darkness rather than light because their deeds are evil.” John 3:19
My frustration is robbing my joy. My lips are shut. Anger is simmering. Where can I go with my complaint? King David knew and assured me that You would come to me from on high. You would draw me out of this place for spiritual rest. You would, and are, providing emotional and spiritual safety from this dangerous situation. You are opening the prison doors of limited language and inviting me into a broad and spacious place where my words are welcome. I hear Your voice, “What’s wrong, child?” Oh, not to weigh my words. With You, I can be myself without a second thought of rejection. You are my refuge. I can speak freely, cast words to the wind, and You are not shaken. You hold my life, and the ones who have driven me to You, in the palm of Your hand.
Grow me to see this situation as You see it. “Your Word is perfect and restores my soul.” Psalm 19:7 So, speak Lord, into my tears. Mend the ragged edges of my soul. It feels battered and weak. Restore me so that I may live. Renew me so that I can speak for You again and not grow weary of spreading Your fame to a wicked and perverse generation.
“You have answered me in the day of trouble! You have set me securely on high. You have sent me help from your sanctuary and supported me from Zion!” Psalm 20:1-2 Since You, my God, are for me, whom shall I fear! Amen
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Originally published Friday, 15 January 2021.