The LORD Accepts My Prayer

LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger or discipline me in your wrath.

She had given him that very blue shirt for Christmas. Her mind followed that shirt as it was carried to the laundry room, it twisted and turned in the sudsy wash cycle, and she could feel the warm steam from the iron as she carefully pressed each sleeve.  And now she watched that very blue shirt, carrying a suitcase, walking out the door.

Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint; heal me Lord, for my bones are in agony.  My soul is in deep anguish.  How long, LORD, how long? Turn LORD and deliver me; save me because of your unfailing love. 

When he spoke, things were accomplished. His approval was a million dollar merger, businessmen approached him with the upmost of respect, and the media applauded his success. But he lay in the solitude, just him and his little girl, squeezed together in a hospital bed, his arms wrapped around her sleeping body. His large hands stroked down the sides of her tiny bruised cheeks. Leukemia was a merger he could not close, her health was a foe that paid him no respect, and the helplessness that he felt in his bones was so overwhelming he gasped for relief. 

Among the dead no one proclaims your name. Who praises you from the grave?  I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my head with weeping and drench my couch with tears. My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all of my foes.

Scratching and digging in the dusty, dry earth, he sprinkled the bits on her small frame, trying to bestow some dignity to her death. He was a frantic dog scratching upon the hard core that would not give way. He had raised his sister from birth, he had loved her as his own child.  They had run from the army together, they had slept wrapped together during the stormy nights, and he had sacrificed his own meager meals to nourish her starving body. Without giving it a thought, the man in uniform had turned and shot her small heart, as if he were swatting a fly. 

Away from me, all you who do evil, for the LORD has heard my weeping.  The LORD has heard my cry for mercy; the LORD accepts my prayer.  All my enemies will be overwhelmed with shame and anguish; they will turn back and suddenly be put to shame. 

I drifted from this earth like a baby falling to sleep. Before me spread a city, the streets were gold, a sparkling river ran through the city. Green grass and fruit trees covered the ground. I looked to see my body, my own soul, covered in perfection. I had no fear, no worries, no pain, no tears to be shed. Those I had lost circled me in excitement, glowing with anticipation of life, life to the fullest. My God, the one who made me, made all things right. He gathered me in his arms and I could see that he was everything, my song in the morning, my wealth, my delight, he was the never ending fulfillment of my heart’s desire. He was the answer to my prayer. 

3 thoughts on “The LORD Accepts My Prayer

    • I love the psalms. Thank you for reading! When I think about the story of David’s life and apply that feeling to modern people, it brings the psalms alive to me. Thank you again for reading!


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