Our prayer comes from Psalm 6:2.
“Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am frail; heal me, O LORD, for my bones are in agony.”
Pain has a voice. It doesn’t speak in polished prayers or pretty words. It groans. In this verse, David is groaning. The giant-slayer is now the bed-ridden. His bones ache. His spirit is worn. And yet, he turns to God—not away from God. That’s where the beauty begins.
Scripture is full of people like David. People who met God not on the mountain, but in the valley. Job lost everything, yet in the ashes, he said, “My ears had heard of You, but now my eyes have seen You.” (Job 42:5). Paul, burdened by a thorn he couldn’t remove, found grace that was sufficient and strength made perfect in weakness. Hannah, barren and broken, wept in the temple until her silent pain became a sacred offering.
There’s a holy pattern here: suffering becomes sacred when it drives us to the Savior.
David didn’t ask why—he asked Who. “Heal me, O LORD.” That’s the cry of a soul who believes God is still listening, even when life hurts.
Your pain may not make sense. Your prayers might come out in groans. But, you’re not alone. The same God who met David in his agony will meet you in yours. Sometimes, the place that hurts the most becomes the place where we hear Him best.
“Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am frail.”
I’m Lonnie Davis and these are thoughts worth thinking.