I sank into my favorite "alone spot". A little corner booth at one of my favorite restaurants where there is bottomless sweet tea. For me, creativity and sweet tea pretty much go hand-in-hand. It had been a beast of a week. I honestly didn't even know what day of the week it was, much less was I really sure what month we were in. My heart ached, my body ached. I cried out to God, why-oh-why does life hurt so bad? Why is the world so harsh? Why does motherhood and being a women make me ache to my core?
As I let the events of the week hit me and sink in, it had me weeping. Sitting there, crying into my sweet tea with people giving me the weird side-eye. I was reminded that I'm not alone. I wasn't the first person to cry out to God in my pain. Opening to Psalm 130, I was encouraged by someone else who had sat crying into their sweet tea thousands of years ago, feeling the heaviness that I felt.
1 From the depths of despair, O Lord,I call for your help.2 Hear my cry, O Lord.Pay attention to my prayer.3 Lord, if you kept a record of our sins,who, O Lord, could ever survive?4 But you offer forgiveness,that we might learn to fear you.5 I am counting on the Lord;yes, I am counting on him.I have put my hope in his word.6 I long for the Lordmore than sentries long for the dawn,yes, more than sentries long for the dawn.7 O Israel, hope in the Lord;for with the Lord there is unfailing love.His redemption overflows.8 He himself will redeem Israelfrom every kind of sin.