(Meditating on Psalm 59)
Deliver me from my enemies, O my God;
Defend me from those who rise up against me.
2 Deliver me from the workers of iniquity,
And save me from bloodthirsty men. (Psalm 59: 1-2)
David had his huge share of enemies and oh, how he deplored them! But we have our own portion of enemies, too. Not that we make enemies, but somehow, in our walk with the Lord, there are people who come to our lives to attack us. Sadly, we have had our share of the enemy’s cruelty lately. Using people whom we’ve shown goodness, the enemy maligns us, scoffs at us. It is overly wearisome as it is painful.
And I wonder, how does one bear more of this? One may feel hurt, get sick and tired, or rage silently, but towards what? Or to whom? Sometimes, might it be towards the sovereign One who has control of all these? And a hurt and raging heart may think that there is no help from God, asking silently, “Is He for us or against us?”
And that is a painful thing to go through – to be so hurt and confused it’s just overwhelming! But where does a weary spirit turn and run to? Definitely not more of the world! For isn’t the world which brings all this pain?
One may feel like being so entangled with the world’s harshness that it seems it clings in one’s very skin, fraying the flesh and spirit. So how does one shake off the asp’s venom? I know none other but the Savior who loved me and died for me even when I was a sinner.
So, at dawn, when undisturbed silence finds our family and neighborhood in deep slumber, I rise, my body, heart and spirit all aching. I know there’s nobody in the whole wide world who could soothe all pain like a balm. I begin to sing, just singing and remembering God’s majesty and power, knowing that He deserves ALL praise, thanksgiving and honor, no matter what.
When we honor Him with all that is within us, He will honor us in return and receives our humble offering of praise. And so, as I sing this third song, a medley, What a friend we have in Jesus…/And I cherish the old rugged cross… His presence descends and tears trickle down. Warmth envelopes my head down to my toes and the trembling cells of this weary body find rest at last in His unfailing love. Ah, I give glory to God for I have always known His peace that passeth all understanding! And I know He will defend and protect us from those who try to do us harm.
But I will sing of Your power;
Yes, I will sing aloud of Your mercy in the morning;
For You have been my defense
And refuge in the day of my trouble.
17 To You, O my Strength, I will sing praises;
For God is my defense,
My God of mercy. (Psalm 59: 16-17)
Amen and Amen!