Where I can always hide
O Lord, I have come to you for protection;
don’t let me be disgraced.
Save me and rescue me,
for you do what is right.
Turn your ear to listen to me,
and set me free.
Be my rock of safety
where I can always hide.
Give the order to save me,
for you are my rock and my fortress.
My Bible reading plan is all Psalms taken from times of turmoil in David’s life.
As I read these Psalms, my mind is transported back many decades.
I’m a young man, a student. In more or less constant turmoil.
Confused. Alone. Afraid.
This is a particularly difficult period.
I’m in my mid-20s. The people I’m closest to have all graduated and I feel all alone.
No words of my own
These Psalms are my comfort.
As I read them their words become my prayer, because I have no words of my own to pray—only feelings, and giving words to them makes me even more afraid.
Anyway, these words speak more accurately of what I’m feeling and thinking than anything I’ve ever read.
Words from David.
A long-ago warrior.
A man after God’s own heart.
I am reading his quiet time journal and I feel a connection to him. And through his words I am connected to the Father who sustained him many centuries before I was born.
It is 2014 again and I am re-connected.
As much as I’ve healed, I still carry some of that inner turmoil around with me and it drives me back time and again to the Father who sustains me.
And David’s quiet time journal still comforts me. And encourages me. And nourishes me.
Now that I am old and gray,
do not abandon me, O God.
Let me proclaim your power to this new generation,
your mighty miracles to all who come after me.