Psalm 142. 4,5 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul. I cried unto thee, O Lord : I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

I know how to throw the best pity parties. You can Google search me on “Pity”.  I slowly drag my feet. I kind of sway my head back and forth, saying Woe is me, without even saying a word. Within a few minutes, I’ve got you in the proverbial palm of my hands. Light the candles on the cake of Ray Viola’s pity party.

Please do not misunderstand me. There is that Christ-like compassion and bearing of one another’s burdens. There is the need to be merciful and comforting when one is going through difficulties or trials. What I am talking about this morning beloved is that “default mode” of self pity when things in life are simply not going my way. Nobody seems to care, and everybody seems to be avoiding me like the plague. But can that ever be true for the born again child of God? Jesus promised us that He would be with us always. We also know that Jesus is for us, so who or what can be against us? We all have those times or seasons in our lives when our world seems to come crashing down. Nothing that anybody says is helping us. Nobody seems to care. Dear ones, that may be you this morning. May I kindly advise you to do what The Psalmist did when he was in that place?

Pray to The Lord and boldly proclaim, You Lord Jesus are my refuge and portion! Yes! Turn those sullen emotions and feelings into proclamations of trust and praise unto The Lord Most High. Turn that pity party into a declaration, Psalms 62:6 “He only [is] my rock and my salvation: [he is] my defense; I shall not be moved. 7 In God [is] my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength, [and] my refuge, [is] in God”. God is on His throne, and you are in His hands.