Be merciful to me, LORD, for I am faint; O LORD, heal me, for my bones are in agony. My soul is in anguish. How long, O LORD, how long? Turn, O LORD, and deliver me; save me because of your unfailing love. No one remembers you when he is dead. Who praises you from the grave? I am worn out from groaning; all night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears. My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes. Away from me, all you who do evil, for the LORD has heard my weeping. The LORD has heard my cry for mercy; the LORD accepts my prayer.
Psalm 6:2-9, NIV
Somehow as church people we’ve been groomed to believe we shouldn’t be real with God in our prayers. Somehow we get this feeling of guilt when we tell God that we’re sad, angry, frustrated, or confused. But in the Psalms we find an anecdote for this guilt. David, the great King of Israel and the most famous songwriter that ever lived, was also known as a “man after God’s own heart” (see 1 Sam. 13:14 and Acts 13:22). Yet in his Psalms we do not see a man who was afraid to tell God how he felt or even to question Him.