My heart shudders within me; terrors of death sweep over me. Fear and trembling grip me; horror has overwhelmed me. I said, “If only I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and find rest. How far away I would flee; I would stay in the wilderness. Selah I would hurry to my shelter from the raging wind and the storm.” Psalm 55:4-8
Lord, I feel overwhelmed by grief. I cannot escape. My thoughts are fearful, full of terrible visions, and my heart aches beyond belief.
Oh, how I wish I could gently lift off the ground, exercise my wings, and find a quiet place away from these troubles. Far, far away from anything that hurt. These storms are all about me, there must be a safe place to shelter…
Cast your burden on the LORD, and he will sustain you; he will never allow the righteous to be shaken. Psalm 55:22
Father, please hear my cries for help. Please raise me up, place me in your mighty hand. Please continue to guide me through.