Lord, how many are my foes!
How many rise up against me!
Many are saying of me,
“God will not deliver him.”
But
you, Lord, are a shield around me,
my glory, the One who lifts my head high.
I call out to the Lord,
and he answers me from his holy mountain.
I lie down and
sleep;
I wake again, because the Lord sustains
me.
I will not fear though tens of thousands
assail me on every side.
Arise, Lord!
Deliver me, my God!
Strike all my enemies on the jaw;
break the teeth of the wicked.
From
the Lord comes deliverance.
May your blessing be on your people.
Psalm 3
Right.
Not a care in the world though tens of thousands assail… Clearly, this was
written by a guy. And it’s the same guy who frequently in the Psalms cries
about how even one person is out to get him. More importantly, it’s a song – a
poem. This isn’t a case of tens of thousands on every side is no problem, but
perhaps tens of thousands plus one on every side would be more than he can
handle. Keep in mind that at one point the women were singing about David that
while Saul and killed thousands, David had killed tens of thousands. He hadn’t
done it alone, but that’s not what he and everyone else read in the papers.
The
whole point is that even if he’s in over his head – even if he’s facing
impossible odds – he’ll look to God for protection and victory. Even if
everyone tells him his goose is cooked and his cause is lost, he’s going to
trust in God for deliverance and victory.
Last
week was tough. I’ve figured out that I probably planted my blueberry bushes in
the wrong place and moving them would be very problematic because I put them in
a raised bed in the ground. The blueberry cage I’m trying to make has been a
case of one step forward, two steps back. It’s still too chilly to plant most
things outside. I worked 41 hours in 6 days. My first batch of Lilac muffins
failed miserably. My drill isn’t strong enough to force the screws into the
wood for a garden bed. The idea I had for labeling my garden beds won’t work. I
can’t find my Baltimore Oriole feeder. My gardens have lots of weeds, some of
which I may want elsewhere but I can’t seem to find time to do anything about
it. And, while what I’m writing for my story is good, it takes hours to get one
page revised. Add to that the fact that my ankle hurts. Nope, none of those are
ten of thousands assailing me on every side, or even Goliaths, but just some Yuck Phases.
It’s one of those cases when I’m my own worst enemy.
But
when the tens of thousands, or the Goliaths, or the Yuck Phases assail on every
side, David’s example is to look to God and say something I love him for saying:
“Break the teeth of the wicked.” In the NASB translation of this and other
verses, they use the word shatter. I’m not a violent person (except in my
imagination) but I love that David is so honest with God that he asks for his
enemies’ teeth to be shattered. God can handle our anger.
As
I think about myself as my own worst enemy, and what David asks for, I wonder
if it might not be a good idea to ask God to shatter my teeth – not literally,
but so much of the damage I do to myself is what I say and think to and about
myself. When things get tough, I need to turn to God and seek refuge and
victory in Him – even if it takes a few days – and
Rest in Him
Take refuge in Him
Trust in Him
And BE QUIET, even
if it means He has to shatter my teeth.
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