How long, O LORD? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
—Psalm 13:1
“How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long
will you hide your face from me?” I echoed the psalmist’s cry, as I prayed once
again for the same prayer requests I’ve prayed for twenty years.
“Don’t you know how old I am, how long I’ve waited, Lord?”
I reminded Him, while I sipped my coffee at the kitchen table, staring at the
wall.
I’m
talking to a wall.
“Lord, that’s how I feel! I feel like I’m talking to a
wall!” I blinked back tears.
I blinked again. What’s
that? I wondered, as my eyes focused on a shiny spot on the wall. A handprint.
That
must have been left by my one-year-old grandson, Javier. I
figured.
But why hadn’t I noticed it before? Javi hadn’t been at
my house since Christmas.
