Y’all. I had no clue. Not a clue.

I thought the Book of Psalms were songs to the Lord.

Maybe it’s the fact that my childhood choir sang a version of Psalms 23. I don’t know.

But what I do know is that when I was in my funk last month….I was advised to read the Book of Psalms. Then, as I was reading my most recent book during morning devotional time, “God Never Blinks,” by Regina Brett, I discovered that she has a chapter entitled, “Read the Book of Psalms.”

I caught the hint early, so I didn’t wait for a third hint. I starting reading the Book of Psalms.

Surely I am not the only person in the world that had never  read the Book of Psalms. Surely I am not the only person in the world that did not know that EVERY emotion, especially that of frustration with God is covered there.

Yep.

See friends, I needed to know that because in my month from hell I started to get frustrated. I thought God was ignoring me. I thought he didn’t know or care what I was dealing with.

And I felt guilty about it.

But Psalms let me know that I’m not the first person to have felt this way. And I won’t be the last. And it would be okay to cry out to Him and say, “Hey!!!! I’m over here suffering!!! Do you here me?”

But by the same token, once I was given license to do that, I was also reassured that He would act….when it was time.

Sigh.

Patience is not one of my strong suits. Nope.

But as I waited, it was okay to say, “I don’t like this waiting business, but I am doing it because I know who YOU are.”

And when I did that, I felt better. A lot better.

And Psalms helped me see that. And then I smiled. And I haven’t stopped smiling since.