I remember once, when I was in elementary school, a game of tackle football. I was tiny, by any standards, and somehow ended up on the bottom of a pile of a half dozen kids- which included a nine year old pushing 175. I still remember the feeling of being trapped. You wanna talk about crying out?
As an adult, and especially this last week, I've felt that crushing weight of being trapped in a pile. Only this time, the weight comes from the burdens of adulthood and assaults of a spiritual nature.
I've felt just as trapped as when I was 9.
There have been nights with little sleep, there has been brokenheartedness. Some of it brought on by outward assaults, some brought on by the sin I've engaged in. I wonder- "How long, LORD, how long?"
I love that David suddenly changes his tune in verse 8. He goes from a total lack of hope, to the surety that God has heard his cries. He is confident, he is bold.
Because he believes God has heard him- and trusts God will act.
When people finally got off me in that pileup, and I could breathe freely again, I too was encouraged. I knew I was free, and I knew I'd live. For David, it's as if God waded in and started pulling the pileup off of him- not one burden at a time, but all at once. From crushing weight to breathing free all at once.
It offers you and I hope, for sure.
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