I read Psalm 25 last night, and found that my heart cried out with David's....
Remember, O LORD, your great mercy and love,
for they are from of old.
Remember not the sins of my youth
and my rebellious ways;
according to your love remember me,
for you are good, O LORD...
[Because of Your goodness, replace the memory of my sin with your mercy and love.]
My eyes are ever on the LORD,
for only he will release my feet from the snare.
Turn to me and be gracious to me,
for I am lonely and afflicted.
(vv. 6-7, 15-16)
There is something in my life from which only God can free me, and I wait for Him to do so. It is the result of 'the sins of my youth,' but as is often the case, the sin-aftershocks (the ever decreasing degrees of the same sin) and the consequences of this sin reverberate through my life still today. I certainly could have created worse problems for myself (and only by God's mercy did I not do so), but this problem is so wearying...
And so I cry out to my God to deliver me, to bare His mighty right arm on my behalf.
And I wait...
A promise to Israel of the coming Redeemer. As one grafted in, this is where my hope lies.
Surely the arm of the LORD is not too short to save,
nor his ear too dull to hear.
But your iniquities have separated
you from your God;
your sins have hidden his face from you,
so that he will not hear...
He saw that there was no one,
he was appalled that there was no one to intervene;
so his own arm worked salvation for him,
and his own righteousness sustained him...
From the west, men will fear the name of the LORD,
and from the rising of the sun, they will revere his glory.
For he will come like a pent-up flood
that the breath of the LORD drives along.
"The Redeemer will come to Zion,
to those in Jacob who repent of their sins,"
declares the LORD.
Isaiah 59:1-2, 16, 19-20