My Daily Bread

I was alone, sitting in my favorite chair in the den as I usually did that time of morning, with my study Bible open on my lap and a notebook at the ready beside me.  I was trying to prepare for another Sunday morning of teaching the adult Sunday School lesson at my dad's small Pentecostal church, but once again I was distracted by a reoccurring thought,  a cry I had been crying out to God for almost a year now: "Where were  You when I needed You?!" For almost a year now, I'd be in the middle of talking to Him about something totally unrelated and bam! Out of my mouth would fly that same question, my voice tinged with hurt, my heart full of pain.  It's like my mouth had a mind of it's own and that mind was driving my quiet time these days. I had come through one of the hardest times of my entire life and was safely on the other side of what we Pentecostals refer to as "the storm" or "the battle". And truly, it was a storm that raged ar...

Have you ever been desperate to hear from God, yet He seemed no where around? Have you cried out to Heaven from the very depths of your soul, only to hear the thump of your prayers hitting the ceiling? I read a chapter in Psalms a couple of days ago and really got to meditating on how the psalmists were really just like me: desperate, pleading, lonely, in pain, depressed, bewildered, persecuted, overwhelmed... Take Psalm 77 for instance: "I cried unto God with my voice, even unto God with my voice....in the day of my trouble I sought the Lord...my soul refused to be comforted ...I complained and my spirit was overwhelmed ...I am so troubled that I cannot speak ...Will the Lord cast off forever?...Hath God forgotten to be gracious? Or how about the songs of the anointed sons of Korah. We are all familiar with this one: As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.   Psalm 42:1 But keep reading: "My tears have been my meat d...