Juvenile Alligator, Everglades National Park, Florida, July 2013

With my voice I cry to the LORD;
with my voice I make supplication to the LORD.
I pour out my complaint before him;
I tell my trouble before him.
When my spirit is faint,
you know my way.
In the path where I walk
they have hidden a trap for me.
Look on my right hand and see — 
there is no one who takes notice of me;
no refuge remains to me;
no one cares for me.
I cry to you, O LORD;
I say, "You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living."
Psalm 142:1-5

When life becomes lament, the psalmist reminds us that the Lord remains our steadfast refuge. The Lord cares. The Lord hears our cry. Hope abides!