Listen to my words, Lord,
consider my lament.
Hear my cry for help,
my King and my God,
for to you I pray. Psalm 5:1-2

Most reading this will instantly be able to identify. You recognize that blood-curdling scream when you know your child is in serious danger (distinct from the same child’s cry of not getting everything she wants or when he just stubbed his toe). I don’t care what you’re doing, you drop everything to tend to that child.

You also recognize the sad, lonely cry where you only need to be a comfort. Nothing to say. Just to be there. The child is resting in your arms.

King David is mourning like this. He’s in dire straits and doesn’t know where to turn.

Will not the God of Creation drop what He’s doing (metaphorically speaking) to comfort? Will He not console and guide when He hears the cries of your heart, the sobbing of your soul?