David — a king, a warrior, a man after God’s own heart — looked to his right and saw no one.
“Look on my right hand, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.” — Psalm 142:4 (WEB)
This is one of the rawest moments in all of Scripture. David wrote this from a cave — literally hiding, literally alone, literally without a single ally. And instead of performing trust, he goes straight to the wound: nobody is concerned for me. No one cares for my soul.
These live among our psalms for lonely hearts — one psalm, one honest echo, every morning.
Quietly with you,
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