Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Juvenile Alligator, Everglades National Park, Florida, July 2013
With my voice I cry to the LORD;
with my voice I make supplication to the LORD.
I pour out my complaint before him;
I tell my trouble before him.
When my spirit is faint,
you know my way.
In the path where I walk
they have hidden a trap for me.
Look on my right hand and see —
there is no one who takes notice of me;
no refuge remains to me;
no one cares for me.
I cry to you, O LORD;
I say, "You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living."
When life becomes lament, the psalmist reminds us that the Lord remains our steadfast refuge. The Lord cares. The Lord hears our cry. Hope abides!