Show Don't Tell: Psalm 13

Instead of saying "David questioned God's timing but trusted anyway," count the 'how longs.' "How long, LORD? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me?" Four times—how long. It feels like forever. Wrestling with thoughts—the mind won't stop churning. "Look on me and answer, LORD my God. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death, and my enemy will say, 'I have overcome him,' and my foes will rejoice when I fall." Eyes darkening—death approaching. Enemies waiting to celebrate. "But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing the LORD's praise, for he has been good to me." Six verses. Four 'how longs,' then trust, rejoicing, singing. The turn happens mid-psalm—from complaint to confidence with nothing resolved in between. The circumstances haven't changed. David has.