I went through a phase in my life where I thought that if I was the one who made the mess then that meant God was leaving me to fix it. Like he only had time for problems that weren’t my own dumb fault. That meant I didn’t ask him for help, at least not until it got really, really bad. I convinced myself that, even when I was desperate, he would only begrudgingly help me.

God’s Word not only says–but shows–us otherwise. There are multiple accounts of people who completely and utterly disobey God, realize it, repent, and experience God’s provision and mercy.

“Feel my pain…see my trouble…forgive my sins.”

The person writing this psalm knew they could ask this of God. Not only that, but Jesus came as God in human form for these very troubles we would find ourselves in. He would feel it all and sacrifice out of love and compassion to guarantee the way back to God. Every time.