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Emotional Meditation—By Micah Siemens

There’s a quiet honesty in these last verses—the kind that feels like someone sitting on the edge of their bed at night, hands clasped, voice trembling, finally admitting the thing they’ve been carrying.

“I am about to fall.”

David says it plainly, without disguise. He’s not performing strength. He’s not pretending he can push through on his own. He’s naming his fragility with a clarity that almost feels sacred. There’s something strangely holy about that statement. Not because God wants us weak, but because He meets us most tenderly where our strength finally stops pretending. David continues:

“My pain is ever with me.”

Some pains don’t resolve quickly. Some wounds don’t vanish after a good night’s sleep or a sincere prayer. Some burdens linger—not as punishment, but as reminders of how human we are and how deeply we need a God who stays. But then David’s tone shifts to confession:

“I confess my iniquity; I am troubled by my sin.”

It’s not a villain speech. It’s not dramatized guilt. It’s a man admitting that the darkness outside him has awakened the darkness within him. Sometimes physical pain exposes spiritual wounds. Sometimes emotional collapse reveals buried sin. Sometimes desperation and conviction come wrapped together in the same breath. David isn’t wallowing—he’s surrendering. There’s a difference. And yet even in confession, the external pressures don’t let up.

David’s enemies are strong, numerous, and deeply committed to misunderstanding him. They repay good with evil. They hate him “because I follow what is good.” That line feels timeless. Because anyone who has tried to live with integrity knows the sting of being attacked for the very things you’re trying to honor. But David doesn’t snap back. He doesn’t spiral. He doesn’t craft a counterattack. He turns, fragile and exhausted, toward God again:

“Lord, do not forsake me.”

“Do not be far from me.”

“Come quickly to help me.”

This is what faith looks like when it’s stripped bare, when circumstances overwhelm, when the soul is bruised and trembling: Lord, please stay. Please don’t step away while I’m breaking. Please be near, because I have nothing left on my own. It’s not poetic. It’s not tidy. But it is real. And God loves honesty more than polish. Psalm 38 ends without a resolution, without a miracle moment, without a sudden shift from pain to praise. It ends with a plea—a simple, desperate cry for God’s nearness. Because sometimes the miracle is not deliverance. Sometimes the miracle is that you still reach for Him at all.

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