Friday – March 27
Scripture: Psalm 130
“Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord.”
This is not polite prayer. It is prayer from the bottom. From places
where answers feel delayed and clarity distant.
The psalmist does not disguise despair. Faith does not forbid honesty. It
welcomes it. “Out of the depths” is sacred language.
We know these depths. Personal grief. Lingering injustice. Fractured
relationships. Institutional fatigue. Waiting for change that seems slow in
coming.
“I wait for the Lord, my soul waits.” Waiting is not passive resignation.
It is active trust stretched across uncertainty. It is choosing not to abandon
hope even when evidence feels thin.
More than watchmen wait for morning.
Watchmen do not doubt that morning will come. They simply endure the
darkness until it does.
With the Lord there is steadfast love. Not occasional love. Not
conditional love. Steadfast love.
Lent refuses to rush us from sorrow to celebration. We linger long enough
to feel longing. We acknowledge what is unfinished. We name what aches.
But we do not surrender to despair.
Morning comes. Perhaps slowly. Perhaps quietly. But surely.
Hope is not denial of the night. It is confidence in dawn.
Reflection Questions
1.
What depths am I navigating right now?
2.
How can I wait without surrendering hope?
3.
Where do I glimpse signs of morning?
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