So I was struggling a lot with bad memories and fear of my past abusers. People who have hurt me, and sometimes I irrationally fear could hurt me still, even though they can’t.
I was scared, and hurt and caught up in my mind. I wanted to know God heard my cries, I wanted to know God would protect me and do what is right. The memories were even distracting me from my bible reading so I closed my eyes and prayed fiercely asking for these memories to be lifted off of me.
Then immediately my prayers were answered. I read Psalm 10 and it gave me so much comfort. Comfort in knowing God doesn’t forget the poor, he will not leave me even though sometimes it feels he is absent or far away from me.
I think Psalm 10 really illustrates how hopeless it can feel when bad people seem to win over you. How they lurk in ambush like a lion preying on the helpless. It doesn’t end there though, it ends in confidence. Confidence that God will hear the poor and needy, that he will bless them and that not only did he see my pain, but he has seen those who dealt it and it is not forgotten. I am not forgotten.
I am so thankful to have God in my life.