To the choirmaster: according to Jeduthun. A Psalm of Asaph. I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, and he will hear me. In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be comforted. When I remember God, I moan; when I meditate, my spirit faints. Selah You hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak. I consider the days of old, the years long ago. I said, "Let me remember my song in the night; let me meditate in my heart." Then my spirit made a diligent search:
There are relationships in my life, Lord, that I do not understand. Have I offended? Do I need to seek forgiveness? Are there acts of love and grace that I need to extend? Sins of omission or commission that I am guilty of and have been found wanting in loving my brother? Let me not be found guilty of hindering the advance of the Kingdom.
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