“I cry aloud to the Lord; I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy. I pour out before him my complaint; before him I tell my trouble. When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who watch over my way. In the path where I walk people have hidden a snare for me. Look and see, there is no one at my right hand; no one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no one cares for my life. I cry to you, Lord; I say, ‘You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.’ Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need; rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me. Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name. Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me.” Psalm 142:1-7
This whole psalm is a prayer from King David. He was hiding in a cave, frightened because of his enemies, terrified because he was without resources. He was without protective shelter. His only recourse was to pray.
And doesn’t it feel like that for us at times? When all other sources have failed that is when we resort to prayer.
It should be our first response.
David recognized who really was his help. The Lord was his refuge, when he had none. God was his potion, when everything else had failed. His heavenly Father was his protection from vile enemies. And the Lord was His place of freedom.
Praise was on David’s lips. It should be on ours, because our God is also all of that and more for us.
Lord, I do praise You, even when I come to You last instead of first. You are all that I need.