How Long? Psalm 6

Did you celebrate the great American holiday last week? I'm speaking of Prime Day, of course. I managed to snag a few deals through Amazon; a gift for my daughter's birthday, some shirts for Connor, and a replacement for a recently broken kitchen gadget (that I promise I won't break again). The deals were too good to pass up. Then I went to my order page to see how soon they would ship and found myself asking, "How Long?!?!"

Apologies to Erik, our awesome UPS guy, but what's the holdup, buddy?!?! 😉

My impatience can get the best of me at times. It's alright when I'm waiting on a delivery. It's much worse when I'm waiting on deliverance—that is, God's rescue from difficult circumstances or heartbreak. In those moments, the question, "How long?" takes on a much different tone.

How long until I'm healed?

How long until I come out of this funk of depression?

How long will it take for life to feel normal again?

Maybe you've found yourself asking that kind of "How long?" question. That's where David finds himself in Psalm 6. In verse 3, he cries out with his question. "My soul also is greatly troubled. But you, O Lord—how long?"

I wish I could tell you Psalm 6 provides an answer to the question, but it doesn't. What we do find in the Psalm is company; you're not the only one who has asked that question while scraping and trying to hold on. You're not alone. That realization itself can be the start of the answer we cry out for.