Boy, aren’t there times when we feel alone?
Health. Jobs. Kids. Family.
Oppression. Isolation. Addiction.
What if you’re married… and you still feel alone? Even worse – what if you feel like your husband is the enemy?
Perhaps your husband is abusing you. If so, it’s time to tell someone. Tell your pastor. Tell your friend. Call a counselor. Ask for help. Please.
Maybe your husband is simply passive; you’re not united. You’re always at odds.
Even a vibrant, God-seeking marriage can feel like a lonely island. You talk, but he doesn’t hear. He doesn’t understand, or he’s not seeking to. What then?
After all, if the enemy can take down marriage, he’s taken down one of God’s primary illustrations of Himself.
If you’re single, you still have the same enemy. Loneliness and aloneness still knock.
We know God is there, but it’s hard to feel it. We don’t sense Him. We’re not opening that Bible because we aren’t connected to the vine.
Or we open and it feels like jibberish.
More piercing, we may read and feel anger at the Lord.
When I’m suffering with intense emotions, I can only pray through Scripture itself. I tell God how I’m feeling, but I must must come back to truth. Reciting it reorients my heart and mind, sometimes only with repetition and time.
So if you’re in any of the states I’ve described – or one I’ve obviously missed – here is a Scripture to pray through.
For context, David was hiding from his enemy in a cave when he wrote this.
I cry aloud to the Lord;
I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.
I pour out before him my complaint;
before him I tell my trouble.
When my spirit grows faint within me,
it is you who watch over my way.
In the path where I walk
people have hidden a snare for me.
Look and see, there is no one at my right hand;
no one is concerned for me.
I have no refuge;
no one cares for my life.
I cry to you, Lord;
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”
Listen to my cry,
for I am in desperate need;
rescue me from those who pursue me,
for they are too strong for me.
Set me free from my prison,
that I may praise your name.
Then the righteous will gather about me
because of your goodness to me.(Psalm 142, emphasis mine)