I haven’t had anyone chase after me because they want to kill me. I did have a very strange encounter with a guy on the Interstate this past Thursday where the look on his face made me think he was going to pull out a gun and shoot at me in my car. But that’s a different story. Even though I’ve never really had anyone say they want to kill me and I haven’t been pursued by an army like David was, I think Psalm 62 has become my new favorite psalm. I certainly need to hear it daily. Maybe even hourly.
I get it. I understand where he’s been. I know what it’s like to be praised to your face and curse me in their hearts. I know what it’s like to be lied about publicly. It hurts. You want to lash out. It’s tempting to return the favor by revealing the darkness I know about my slanderers. I’ve even thought about setting up an anonymous blog so I can share the drama that happened behind my back. I won’t. But believe me. I have plenty I could say.
But that’s not my place. “I (will) wait quietly before God, for my victory comes from Him. He alone is my Rock my salvation, my fortress where I will never be shaken” Does that make me better than them? Nope. Not at all. I’m a messed up person. We all are.
But this certainly gives me a lot of peace.
*Note: While I did catch up last weekend, I quickly fell behind on my readings again. I will do my best to catch up again this weekend and will probably choose to go back to listening to the readings on my way to work. I’m not sure why I allowed myself to get out of that habit, but it’s been the most effective way for me to stay on track.