“But I, O Lord, cry to you; in the morning my prayer comes before you. O Lord, why do you cast my soul away? Why do you hide your face from me?”
Pray this scripture directly as it is for 1hour and you will never feel the same by the time you are done.
When you are done, make this declaration:
Faithful God,
I’ve prayed and waited, but heaven feels quiet. The silence is stretching my faith, and I’m tempted to doubt.
But I choose to trust that You’re not ignoring me,
You’re preparing something I can’t yet see.
Help me to rest, not rush. To grow, not grumble. To believe that delays are not denials.
Anchor my heart in Your promises, not in the noise of unanswered questions.
While I wait, let Your peace guard my heart and renew my hope.
Through Christ our Lord,
Amen.
Press on with these, if you feel God is still silent :
“I have been praying for years for God to heal my body… Instead of healing, I’m worse! Didn’t I trust you, Lord, to heal me? This is happening why?
It felt like no response.
“Father, did I do something wrong I didn’t know?” I would list my sins that might be causing my suffering—“maybe if I get ‘right’ with God, He will make me better!” But no obvious answers either.
Or I would spend many evenings thinking, “I can’t work; what am I going to do for the rest of my life?” Will I always be alone? Would anyone want to be with me, always sick and miserable? When I can’t even help society, will I have friends? Not enough area to jot down my self-harming thoughts that intensify my symptoms.
When I was too fatigued to think or speak, I could only say, “Lord, save me.” Help me, Lord.”
That satisfied Jesus.
His quiet was annoying throughout this time. The more I searched Scripture for answers to my difficulties, the less I discovered. However, when I was weak enough to say, “Just help me,” Jesus showed there with warm, deep, and soothing love. Despite my body being on fire, I felt the gentlest, kindest, grandest, and most powerful Presence holding me and whispering, “I’m here. You’re mine.”
“What, Lord? You said I’m yours? I’m pitiful!”
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