Recently, or rather over the past year, I’ve been pushed to a particular place. I am generally a very dramatic, emotional girl, but in this place suddenly I find more drama than I’m comfortable with, and more intensity than I knew I was capable of. I don’t like being in this place, because it makes me feel needy and defeated. It’s no longer like it used to be, a couple of years ago. A simple prayer doesn’t make it better, calling a friend doesn’t take away the pain, even scripture takes time to sink in. I feel like I am the only waitress in a packed restaurant, having to pick everyone’s plates and serve the whole restaurant – all at once, without a break.

Life has been harder than ever, and I’ve been more desperate than ever. I’ve lived in this place of desperation for so long now, I can barely remember what is was like before this.

At first I was very uncomfortable here. I would get scared and panic. I don’t deserve it, but I do have a wonderful community, and one that is not afraid to step into my panic, or invite me into their own. Slowly I realised that there was a safe place to fall, to talk about the hard things, the heart of things. But most of all, a safe place to consider and to wrestle with truths: Christ is our help, Christ is our hope, Christ sees it all.

But the desperation didn’t stop, because there was so much more to be lost. The more I lost, the more I panicked. My soul raged with questions, and these questions, I could not dare utter to another soul. My prayers became screams. I could have cried all the waters in the world, but it wouldn’t be enough. This was not a place I could invite anybody. Desperate, so desperate.

Verse 1:

You, God, are my God,
earnestly I seek you;
I thirst for you,
my whole being longs for you,
in a dry and parched land
where there is no water.

With reckless abandon, I asked and I pleaded. I had never dared to be this honest with God, but I pleaded with the only one who could meet me in that place – and He did. And He wasn’t just with me, He was hurting with me. I had no idea how much He could hurt with me. I had no idea how much He wept with me. Why don’t we have more posters, more books, more songs about Jesus weeping with us? Finding Him there, in that pain with me, my eyes were opened to His deep, perfect love for me. Oh the deep, deep love of Jesus. Unless we see how much is lost, and how much there is to be lost, we don’t know how much can be found in Him.

Verses 2-3:

I have seen you in the sanctuary
and beheld your power and your glory.
Because your love is better than life,
my lips will glorify you.

For a moment I thought I could get used to this place of desperation. Until the next moment, when my soul was hit afresh, and I was so tired. My own wickedness overwhelmed me. I was tired of dealing with my own insecurities, dealing with my own heart. I did want to see change, but I felt utterly drained of resources to keep trying. How long, O God? Answer me. My questions increased, and in my desperation, I began to fast – quite extremely.  While at it, wrestling, I found what I needed. It wasn’t answers, or direction, or basically anything I had imagined. It was a taste, just a drop of the satisfaction I can have only in Christ. I didn’t need to starve myself, I didn’t need to beg or plead, I could just take it for granted. There was something that could satisfy this desperation, and I had tasted it. Christ truly is enough.

Verses 4-5:

I will praise you as long as I live,
and in your name I will lift up my hands.
I will be fully satisfied as with the richest of foods;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you.

Times of desperation are often preceded by times of loss. Sometimes this loss is of things that are clearly unhelpful to us. Like habits and sin patterns and places and relationships that are toxic. In such cases it is so much easier to see the rationale and to understand why it is good for them to be taken away. It’s not hard to reconcile with such loss. But what about family – the one that sat around the table and said grace together? What about that friend who was closer than a sister? What about jobs that allowed us to carry out the calling that God himself placed in our hearts? What about marriages that God had bound together? What about health, used sincerely to serve God? It really is more baffling, and scary when it seems like what is lost had some impression of Christ’s favour. Or at the very least within what we call common grace. But sometimes these “good places” are the easiest ones to make hiding places, dwelling places. And when they fall to the ground, when they are lost, we are back to the desperate place.

I’ve heard a lot of thuds, seen a lot of collapses over this past year. It’s been a perfect crescendo. I know that as there are all kinds of seasons and maybe tomorrow I will feel stop feeling like a frenzied waitress in a restaurant, but like a shepherd girl strolling along quiet, still waters. But this I know: no matter, the landscape, the calling, or how things feel and look, I will be desperate. Dramatically, or very very quietly, I will be desperate.

But even to know I am desperate, is a revelation. The childlike honesty with Christ is now part of our relationship. The friends who have watched and walked with me, are witnesses. I reflect on the year gone by and I remember these things. I remember the One who has been my only help. Like the Psalmist, this thirsty soul now clings. It clings because it has found the only One who truly fills.

Verses 6-8:

On my bed I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.
Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.
I cling onto you, your right hand upholds me.

But I don’t see it all, it doesn’t all fit together or make sense. I see glimpses. I see in part how much Christ hurts with me, I see a drop of his measureless love for me. I feel a touch of His healing hand, I only taste of the sweetness to be satisfied in Him. I see glimpses in the desperate place.

So let there be loss, and let me be desperate. Bring me back to that desperate place. What if glimpse by glimpse, I will find my way home?  What if glimpse by glimpse, I will see His face? Oh, let me desperate, until I see face to face.

 

 

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Tiya Thomas

Tiya likes to dream, be dramatic, and would have liked to be an actress; but she enjoys the magazine she works at way too much. She's lived in many cities and is always looking for a quiet corner to write letters to her friends in different places. She is currently looking for a suitable spot in New Delhi.

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10 thoughts on “Desperate (Psalm 63)

  • hepdeepa@gmail.com'
    May 2, 2017 at 12:00 PM
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    I cried as I read this Tiya! I am glad I stand witness to what Christ has been doing in and through your desperation. Praying that you continue to catch glimpses of him everyday. Hugs

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    • May 3, 2017 at 12:11 PM
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      Deepa–I treasure our friendship, and am so thankful for your prayers!

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  • anishamathew93@gmail.com'
    May 2, 2017 at 6:57 PM
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    Hey. I was reading and I started to cry. I am a mbbs graduate aspiring for pg. I am having a really difficult time because I have a poor concentration and because no one really (sometimes including me) that I have it in me to get a good rank. Today i had a huge fight with my mom and i was hurting. Your article has helped me gain back my faith that i have A God who believes in me and is with me in this difficult time.
    Thank you so much for the article. I can give my may exams in strenght.

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    • May 3, 2017 at 11:59 AM
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      Hi Anisha, thank you for reading and for sharing from your heart. Your faith in a dark time is encouraging to me. Our Father hears our cries and our dreams, and He will always meet us where we are. No place is too dark or too hopeless. xx

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  • dinamdar11@gmail.com'
    May 2, 2017 at 10:49 PM
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    Tia this is inspiring! I do not know what to say, but as I was thinking of what you have written I was reminded of the song ” In Christ alone.” And the lines that stood out were;
    ” In Christ alone my hope is found,
    He is my light my strength my song. ”
    And the next line was;
    ” No power of hell no scheme of man,
    Can ever pluck me from His hand.”
    Remember that it is in Christ that we live and move and have our being. He has promised to never leave us or forsake us.
    Thank you for being vulnerable with God and with us human beings, I know for sure this is where healing begins.
    Love and God Bless you always!

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    • May 3, 2017 at 12:15 PM
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      Yes auntie, that song is packed with so much truth! Thank you for reading and for your encouragement!

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  • mariam.zachariah@gmail.com'
    May 3, 2017 at 5:01 PM
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    That was so refreshing!!!! Yes, Jesus Christ sees us in our desperate needy situations and what is more comforting than to let Him into that situation. We just have to lay our burdens on Him and wait on Him. There is no one better than Him as He knows and understands like none other!!!!

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  • sneha.susan5@gmail.com'
    May 14, 2017 at 1:54 PM
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    Amen!!
    It’s so comforting to know that we have a God who weeps with us during our times of desperation.
    What else could we ask for?
    Thank you so much for sharing, Tiya.
    I love the way you express.
    Praying for you 🙂

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    • May 17, 2017 at 8:32 AM
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      Thank you so much for reading and for praying. And yes, what a sweet comfort is ours in Christ!

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