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Do you ever think you need to come to God with your thoughts neatly organized, your faith firmly in place, and a polished prayer on your lips? I do. Sometimes I feel I should have the right words, the right attitude, and a spiritual lesson ready for whatever I’m going through.

And then I come to Psalm 6:2-3;6 and read:

² Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing; heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.
³ My soul also is greatly troubled. But you, O Lord—how long?

⁶“I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.”

I love the raw honesty of the Psalms. David is not having a good day, and he tells God the truth. He is languishing, weary, troubled, afraid, and he has cried so much that he describes his couch as drenched with tears.

Have you ever had a soaking cry like David? Have you ever cried so hard and long that you drenched your pillowcase and could literally wring it out?

What a comfort to know that we can pray honest prayers to God! Then come the days when ‘How long?’ becomes the most honest prayer on our lips.

How long will this hurt?

How long will I wait?

How long before something changes?

How long before I understand what God is doing?

David doesn’t pretend everything is fine, but he doesn’t stay buried in despair either. After all the tears, groaning, and questions, David says:

“The LORD has heard the sound of my weeping. The LORD has heard my plea; the LORD accepts my prayer.” (vv. 8–9)

We aren’t told that David’s circumstances have changed, but we are told he is confident the Lord heard and accepted his prayer.

I need that reminder, and maybe you do too. God hasn’t abandoned us when we cry. He isn’t intimidated by our hard questions, and He welcomes us into His presence exactly as we are—weary and worn.

Sometimes my tears are my prayer. Some nights, I had no eloquent prayers to offer, leaving only questions or tears on my pillow. And Psalm 6 assures me that God hears those prayers too.

I don’t have to wait until I feel stronger to come to Him, nor do I have to pretend I’m okay. I don’t even need the right words. I can just bring Him my pain, and when I’ve cried every tear and poured out everything I know how to express, I can rest in the same confidence David found: ‘The LORD has heard my plea; the LORD accepts my prayer.’ That’s enough to get me through the night.