Psalms 77:2-3, 10

When I was in deep distress, in my day of trouble, I reached out for you with hands stretched out to heaven. Over and over I kept looking for you, God, but your comforting grace was nowhere to be found. As I thought of you I moaned, “God, where are you?” I’m overwhelmed with despair as I wait for your help to arrive. Pause in his presence

Lord, what wounds me most is that it’s somehow my fault that you’ve changed your heart toward me and I no longer see the years of the Mighty One or your right hand of power.