"But as for me, I will sing each morning about your power and mercy. For You have been my high tower of refuge, a place of safety in the day of my distress." Psalm 59:16
The psalmist has caught my attention. When the days contain distress, I must not only remember God's power and mercy, I must sing about them! Psalm 59 was written by David when Saul was in pursuit. According to my Bible, Saul sent men to watch the house and try to kill David. Can you imagine the poor quality of David's sleep during these nights?! Have you ever faced a situation that made staying in bed seem like an excellent idea? Our family is in the middle of such a circumstance; I know my hubby isn't sleeping, his side of the bed is empty early in the AM. In contrast, my sleep is deep and haunting. When morning dawns, I am exhausted from the battles of the night. I don't feel like singing these days, especially not before the coffee has brewed.
David asked God to "Awake", "Defend", "Deliver". He spoke of his enemies as growling, howling dogs with swords in their lips, a life-threatening foe. Hubby and I are not in danger of losing our lives, but we just might lose our lifestyle. I don't have a problem with that, actually. Selling our home would remove an incredible burden from my husband's shoulders. And I have peace in knowing that God will work all things out for my good, because I love and serve Him. The process, however, is daunting! Preparing the house for listing is a full-time job, filled with tasks that I despise. As I remove photos from shelves and sort through toddler toys, I am overcome by nostalgia. The "despise + despair= depressed" equation is no joke, especially when I look up and see hubby's own pain revealed in his expression. Of course, the children--and the dog--know a % of the details. What they haven't been told outright, they are absorbing through osmosis. Pressure keeps building, like an awakened volcano.
*Selah* (pause and consider)
Of His power, His mercy, His strength.
I will sing....aloud.
Knowing that He is my God, my refuge, my strong tower.
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