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Here We Go Again

A Devotional Thought From Psalm 40:11-17



Psalm 40:11–17 11Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O Lord: Let thy lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me. 12For innumerable evils have compassed me about: Mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; They are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me. 13Be pleased, O Lord, to deliver me: O Lord, make haste to help me. 14Let them be ashamed and confounded together that seek after my soul to destroy it; Let them be driven backward and put to shame that wish me evil. 15Let them be desolate for a reward of their shame That say unto me, Aha, aha. 16Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: Let such as love thy salvation say continually, The Lord be magnified. 17But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me: Thou art my help and my deliverer; Make no tarrying, O my God.


What a great day that was, despite the storm. I can’t tell you my age; all I remember was that I was young. My parents had taken me on a family vacation to the beach and it rained the entire time. Finally, after waiting for the weather to change my mom said that we were going to play in the ocean anyway. To the water we went with no sunshine and lots of rain. With it still storming the waves were stronger than usual so I remember really struggling to stand in the water. One big wave knocked me down and I struggled to stand back up, but I did eventually. I recall looking at my mom and rejoicing at my recovery only to be blindsided by another wave and knocked down again. It was windy and raining, I couldn’t even stand in the ocean. I spent more time knocked to the sand than I did standing or swimming. I left with so many seashells in my shorts I am not sure any was left on the seashore. It was a great day despite the constant storm.


In the beginning of Psalm 40 David rejoices that he had waited patiently on the Lord and he was delivered. His God had inclined to hear his prayer and come to his rescue. In the first 10 verses of this Psalm he sings because he had been lifted to stand on solid ground but then comes verse 11.


Psalm 40:11 Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O Lord: Let thy lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me.

Yet again, David needs mercy. He waited and it had been worth it. He rejoices for a little while before being knocked to his knees again.

Psalm 40:12 For innumerable evils have compassed me about: Mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; They are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.

Just when the Psalmist looks at his Father with a big smile and song of praise, he is blindsided by threats around him and weakness within. His own iniquities have him pulled down and his heart fails in frustration.

It is frustrating, this Christian experience. It is a life of constant battles. Our days are few and full of trouble. I get knocked down and the Lord helps me up only to be slammed to the sand again. I fight my sin nature and struggle to see victory over my sin only to find another enemy waiting in line to be my next opponent. I, like the Psalmist, lose heart and get weary with my situations and especially with myself. I often wonder why the Lord has invested so much into a fella so prone to fall. I don’t know the answer to that question, but I do know one thing that lifts my weary heart.

Psalm 40:17 But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me: Thou art my help and my deliverer; Make no tarrying, O my God.

Despite my weakness he thinks of me, he helps me, He LOVES me. So, here we go again Lord, make haste to help me again!

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