It’s bad enough when you’re in the midst of a tumultuous situation. I’ve been there and you have too.
You feel like you can’t quite get your head above water. The waves of frustration, disharmony, friction, or simple, ugly trouble keep washing over you like foaming, salty ocean water. One troubling situation compounds another. One conversation gone south converges with another. One hurtful gesture adds salt to the wound of another.
Fortunately, my life has not seen many of these troubling days. But I’ve known my share. You have too.
Like I said, that’s bad enough. But to add insult to injury, I tend to get in such a stew over such situations that I expect someone to come to my rescue. I resent it when others, friends even, tend to turn a blind eye to my misfortune. I want everyone to sit up and take notice. I want their pity, their compassion, their attention. Mostly, I want someone to step up and help me fight off the never ceasing waves. I want someone to come alongside me, to step up to the enemy line, to fortify me with their own additional forces, to be on my team.
I want someone to fight my battles for me, with me at least.
Today I read in 1 Samuel 8:19-20: