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Emotional Meditation—By Micah Siemens

There’s a moment in every believer’s life when the internal world gets louder than the external one—when your sighs say more than your sentences, when the prayers you want to pray get tangled somewhere between your chest and your mouth. David steps right into that moment here:

“Lord, all my longings lie open before You; my sighing is not hidden from You.”

 That line alone feels like a gentle hand on the shoulder. Because it tells us something we forget: God doesn’t wait for articulate prayers. He doesn’t need polished thoughts or rehearsed lines. He reads the ache directly. Your longing isn’t invisible. Your sighs aren’t wasted. Your silence isn’t empty. Every unspoken “help me” already sits in God’s hands.

But then the psalm shifts into something more raw, more social, more human: David’s friends pull back. He’s hurting, and instead of drawing near, they step away—maybe confused, maybe uncomfortable, maybe afraid of the weight he’s carrying. There’s a specific kind of loneliness in that. The ache of being seen in your pain and still being left alone in it. David names it without bitterness:

“My friends and companions stand at a distance.”

And somehow it makes you feel seen, too. Because we’ve all been in that space—too messy for others to understand, too complex for easy comfort, too weighed down to explain ourselves clearly. Loneliness is one of the heaviest wounds human hearts carry.

Then the enemies enter the room. They smell vulnerability like wolves. They plot. They talk. They twist the silence against him. And it’s here we see something remarkable in David: he chooses silence.

Not because he’s defeated. Not because he’s numb. But because he’s learned something painfully precious: speaking cannot fix what God alone can defend. So he becomes like a deaf man who cannot hear, a mute who does not open his mouth. Not passive—protected. Sometimes choosing silence is choosing trust. Sometimes saying nothing is saying, “God, it’s Your turn to speak.” And that leads to the fragile, trembling center of this passage:

“Lord, I wait for You; You will answer.”

Not “I hope You answer.” Not “Maybe You’ll show up.” Not “I guess You might help if You feel like it.” But “You will.”

This is faith bruised but breathing. Faith that limps instead of strides. Faith that waits in a room full of accusations, empty chairs from absent friends, noise from relentless enemies—and still says,

“God, I know You’re coming.”

This section of Psalm 38 is the inner life of a believer under pressure—the kind who hurts deeply but trusts stubbornly.

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