Christian Commentary Encouraging Devotions

I cry out to God; yes, I shout.

Oh, that God would listen to me!

When I was in deep trouble,

I searched for the Lord.

All night long I prayed, with hands lifted toward heaven,

but my soul was not comforted.

I think of God, and I moan,

overwhelmed with longing for his help.

My soul refused to be comforted.

I am too distressed even to pray!

Will he never again be kind to me?

Is his unfailing love gone forever?

Have his promises permanently failed?

Has God forgotten to be gracious?

Has he slammed the door on his compassion?

And I said, "This is my fate;

the Most High has turned his hand against me."

If this was the end of Psalm 77, there would be no hope for you or me.

But... it doesn't end there!

Just as certainly as Resurrection Sunday follows Good Friday's death...

the plight of Psalm 77:1-10 is followed by the promise of Psalm 77:11-15 !

But then I recall all you have done, O Lord;

I remember your wonderful deeds of long ago.

They are constantly in my thoughts.

I cannot stop thinking about your mighty works.

O God, your ways are holy.

Is there any god as mighty as you?

You are the God of great wonders!

You demonstrate your awesome power among the nations.

By your strong arm, you redeemed your people.

Are you experiencing trouble?

Recall, remember, think and...believe!