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Pleasing God

Pleasing God

I have troubles. I feel like God has punished me. I have been taken to the woodshed, I think. I beg God to treat me nicely. That is the way feel and I let God know about it.

I appeal to God to show up. I am not even sure God loves me. That is how bad it has gotten.

I am tired and exhausted by it all. I cry to no avail. No one, much less God, seems to care.

Finally I recognize it is my enemy. I assert my authority in Jesus name and command him to leave. He does.

God hears me and I am relieved. God is in fact in a good mood. I was focused on what God isn’t doing rather that what God is doing. God is doing amazing things. I need to focus on that.

A David Psalm – Psalm 6

 1-2 Please, God, no more yelling,
no more trips to the woodshed.
Treat me nice for a change;
I’m so starved for affection.

2-3 Can’t you see I’m black-and-blue,
beat up badly in bones and soul?
God, how long will it take
for you to let up?

4-5 Break in, God, and break up this fight;
if you love me at all, get me out of here.
I’m no good to you dead, am I?
I can’t sing in your choir if I’m buried in some tomb!

6-7 I’m tired of all this—so tired. My bed
has been floating forty days and nights
On the flood of my tears.
My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears.
The sockets of my eyes are black holes;
nearly blind, I squint and grope.

8-9 Get out of here, you Devil’s crew:
at last God has heard my sobs.