“I am worn out from my groaning.
All night long I flood my bed with weeping
and drench my couch with tears.”
—Psalm 6:6 (NIV)
[ From: 2 Samuel, especially chapters 13 through 19 ]
He was a man after God’s heart.
But tonight, David couldn’t even feel his own heart.
He lay awake in the shadows of his palace—once filled with music, now echoing with silence. His son, Absalom, had turned against him. The people he led had followed the rebellion. Trusted advisors had become traitors. The throne felt cold beneath him.
But the worst of it wasn’t the betrayal.
It was the silence.
No word from the prophet. No whisper in the night. No fire from heaven or still small voice.
Only the deafening quiet of a God who had once spoken so clearly—and now did not.
David had known the touch of the Spirit.
He had danced with joy before the ark of the covenant.
He had walked into battle with nothing but a sling and a song.
He had heard God call him from the fields, guide him through caves, convict him in secret.
But this was different.
This was grief that had settled into his bones.
Regret that replayed like a slow, burning fire.
And a question that kept haunting him: Is this my fault?
He remembered the rooftop. The woman. The lie. The death. The choices that led to all this.
Maybe I deserved this.
Maybe God had finally had enough.
Maybe the silence was the answer.
And still, he prayed.
Not with power. Not with confidence. But with cracked lips and tear-stained cheeks.
He prayed because he had nowhere else to go.
He wept until the sheets were soaked. Until the psalms inside him felt more like sobs. Until faith stopped being a feeling—and became a decision.
He reached—not up, but inward.
To that place where real faith is born.
Not the kind that wins battles.
The kind that survives heartbreak.
Not the kind you post on a wall.
The kind you whisper through clenched teeth at 3 a.m.
The kind of faith that says:
“Even if You slay me, my hope remains in You.”
That’s not theology.
That’s desperation clinging to a thread of hope.
David didn’t understand God in that moment.
But he knew Him.
And sometimes, that is the only rest you get—not understanding, not relief, but knowing.
Knowing that the God who was with you in the light is still God in the dark.
Even when silent.
Even when it hurts.
So David kept writing.
Kept singing.
Kept believing.
Not because life was okay.
But because God was still God.
He was all David had left.
And somehow, that was enough.
You may not be a king with a crumbling kingdom, but maybe your world feels just as broken.
A child has walked away.
A diagnosis has shattered your plans.
A prayer has gone unanswered.
And like David, you’re lying awake, asking if God still sees you.
Reflection Question
What do you do when God is silent, and your pain feels louder than His promises?
Prayer
Father, when the grief is too deep and the silence too long, don’t let me walk away.
Teach me to dig deep.
To hold on, not because I understand, but because I know You.
You are my Father.
You are my peace.
You are all I have—and that is enough.
This touched something deep in me. I’ve been in that place—where the silence is heavier than the pain, where prayer feels like shouting into the dark. But something in this reminded me that I’m not alone.
“You are all I have—and that is enough.”
That line… that truth… I’m holding onto it today.
To anyone else reading this in the middle of your own heartbreak:
Don’t let go.
Keep singing.
Keep believing.
He sees you—even in the silence.
Thank you for this beautiful comment. You put into words what so many are feeling but can’t always express.
Yes—He sees us, even in the silence. And sometimes, just knowing someone else is holding on beside us makes it a little easier to keep believing.
I’m honored this spoke to you.
Let’s keep singing—even through the ache.
As I read this, I’m reminded of the verse from
Hebrews 11:6
New Living Translation
And it is impossible to please God without faith. Anyone who wants to come to him must believe that God exists and that he rewards those who sincerely seek him.
And also 1 Peter 1:6,7
So be truly glad. There is wonderful joy ahead, even though you must endure many trials for a little while. These trials will show that your faith is genuine. It is being tested as fire tests and purifies gold-though your faith is far more precious that mere gold. So when your faith remains strong through many trials, it will bring you much praise and glory and honor on the day when Jesus Christ is revealed to the whole world.
I think David became a man after Gods own heart, and Abraham and so many others listed in Hebrews and even us today, because when our faith has stood through the testing and trials, it pleases God-we please God when we hold onto that mustard seed type faith because in the end, that seed of faith grows into one of the largest “trees”. (We will bare much fruit). And that can lead into our roots, soil, abiding and a whole lot of other thought and discussion.
This is such a powerful reflection—thank you for sharing these verses. Hebrews 11:6 and 1 Peter 1:6–7 both speak so clearly to what David lived: that raw, tested, enduring faith that pleases God—not because it’s flashy, but because it’s real.
You’re right… it’s in the testing, the holding on, the mustard-seed moments, that God is most pleased. And I love how you pointed toward the image of that seed becoming a tree. That’s exactly the kind of faith I hope this blog helps nurture—something small and trembling at first, but rooted in something unshakable.
There’s so much more to explore in this—roots, soil, abiding.
Let’s keep the conversation going.
Great reflection question.
I had to dig deep in me for my truth.
– I also pray “don’t let me walk away”
Dee Dee,
I love the quote from Corrie Tenboom where she stated that “There is no pit so deep that God’s love is not deeper still”
If you aren’t familiar with her story, look her up. She is a walking testimony of Gods love and Grace.
I’m also reminded that Jesus said that He would never leave us nor forsake us. That gives me comfort because I’ve been in some pretty low and dark places.
Also, in the parable of the “Lost Sheep” that God would leave the 99 to come find the 1 that was lost. That’s how deep His love is for us! God loved us enough to send His Son to die for us (the whole world) but He would have done that even if we had been the only one. There’s no greater love than that!
Have a blessed day!
I look forward to reading the devotional words that encourage me and help keep my priority on God. This helps me start my day
I agree with you!
Just a little nugget each day to start us off on our journey throughout the day. There’s always a little piece in what I hear or read that will spark another thought or reminder. That’s just how awesome the God of the Universe-Our Creator is!
help keep my priority on God. This helps me start my day