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Emotional Meditation—By Micah Siemens

“But I call to God, and the Lord will save me.” (v.16)

This column opens with a decision. Not a feeling—a choice. After anxiety, after betrayal, after rage that barely found words, the psalmist does something quietly radical: he turns again toward God. Not because the pain is gone, but because there is nowhere else left that can hold it. That word carries so much weight. Everything before it still exists. The storm hasn’t cleared. The wound hasn’t closed. Yet the direction of the heart shifts.

“Evening and morning and at noon I utter my complaint and moan, and he hears my voice.” (v.17)

This isn’t tidy devotion. This is persistent prayer. Prayer that returns again and again with the same complaint. The psalmist doesn’t apologize for repetition. He doesn’t censor the groaning. He trusts that God hears even the prayers that sound unfinished. Emotionally, this feels like learning how to survive when trust has been fractured—not just trust in people, but in outcomes, systems, even oneself. Prayer becomes rhythm instead of resolution.

“He redeems my soul in safety from the battle that I wage, for many are arrayed against me.” (v.18)

What strikes me here is the word safety. Not victory. Not vindication. Safety. The psalmist recognizes that sometimes salvation looks like being preserved rather than promoted. Held rather than lifted. And that matters, especially when the fight feels unfair or unwinnable.

“God will give ear and humble them, he who is enthroned from of old, because they do not change and do not fear God.” (v.19)

There is a slow confidence emerging now. Not in personal strength, but in God’s permanence. ‘Enthroned from of old.’ While betrayal feels sudden and destabilizing, God remains unchanged. That contrast steadies the psalmist—and it steadies me as I read.

“My companion stretched out his hand against his friends; he violated his covenant.” (v.20)

Even here, the psalmist returns to the wound. Healing doesn’t require forgetting. Naming the betrayal again doesn’t undo the turn toward God—it actually deepens it. Truth is part of prayer too.

“His speech was smooth as butter, yet war was in his heart; his words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords.” (v.21)

This verse lingers painfully. The danger wasn’t obvious. The harm didn’t announce itself. And that realization hurts almost as much as the betrayal itself. Trust didn’t fail because it was foolish—it failed because it was exploited. This third movement teaches us how to pray after trust breaks. Not with forced optimism. Not with denial. But with consistency. With honesty. With a slow reorientation toward the God who hears, even when the heart still aches. Psalm 55 doesn’t rush us into closure. It teaches us how to keep praying while wounded.

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