Listen to my voice in the morning, Lord. Each morning I bring my requests to you and wait expectantly Psalm 5:3 (NLT)
Buddy is forever hopeful. When he hears me in the kitchen, he runs in tail-wagging and waits expectantly for some food to drop or a handout from me. Since I’m a messy cook he never has to wait to long. However, he does have to battle the cat for some of his bounty. His hopefulness inspires me. Even when I don’t share my meal with him, he still sits expectantly beside me. For Buddy, Psalm 5:3 would read,
“Look at my cute trick, Master. Every morning I beg at your feet and wait expectantly.” Psalm 5:3 (BV; Buddy’s version)
Honestly, I am not as expectant as the Psalmist in this verse. There is no doubt that I bring requests to God. My request list is long most mornings. But I will admit that the waiting expectantly is difficult for me. I can relate better with the “how long. . .” lament in Psalm 4:2.
- How long will I wait for you to answer?
- How long will this illness remain?
- How long will my loved one experience defeat?
Perhaps that is why I love the Psalms. They are full of expectant joy demonstrated in worship and thanksgiving. But they are also full of laments that show the struggles and pains of life. In the end, I know I can learn from Buddy’s expectant asking. But I also don’t have to feel defeated in my own lamenting. Because in both the lament and the praises, God is near and always faithful.