Prayer: Gracious Lord, your Word inspires me to serve you more, in Christ. Amen.
The time of your life
15 My times are in your hand; deliver me from the hand of my enemies and persecutors.
In the mornings, for the last week or so, I have been observing two crows building a nest in the Live Oak tree across the creek from my home. This tree was severely emaciated in last year’s hurricane. So, what was once a symmetrical tree, now looks lopsided. Why did the crows pick that tree? There are better looking trees, bigger, and with more leaves and branches.
Anyway, the nest building has been long and arduous. I don’t have time to watch them all day, but every morning they are flying by with twigs and little sticks. How routine and monotonous it must be to take so long to build a nest. Especially without hands. Our devotion writer mentions how boring it can be to attend meetings and listening to minor complaints. He would rather be hiking in the mountains or lounging on the beach. TV programs and commercials show people loving life as they camp and hike or run on the beaches. It makes one jealous.
But today’s psalm speaks to real problems. It is about real risks of life, grief, being hated and his life threatened. In the face of a life of distress, the psalmist has a lot to deal with. Our devotion writer writes; “He is not facing traffic jams, annoying coworkers, long lines at the grocery store, or any of thousand small headaches we face daily. No, he is overwhelmed by the scorn, betrayal, scheming, and opposition of the people around him, friend and foe alike. The psalmist’s one hope is in God, who…holds each of his moments and days with steadfast love.”
14 But I trust in you, O Lord; I say, “You are my God.”
Prayer: “Great Lord of love, hold me in your steadfast love today. In the name of your Son, Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord. Amen.”
New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)
9 Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress; my eye wastes away from grief, my soul and body also. 10 For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my misery, and my bones waste away.
11 I am the scorn of all my adversaries, a horror to my neighbors, an object of dread to my acquaintances; those who see me in the street flee from me. 12 I have passed out of mind like one who is dead; I have become like a broken vessel. 13 For I hear the whispering of many— terror all around!— as they scheme together against me, as they plot to take my life.
14 But I trust in you, O Lord; I say, “You are my God.” 15 My times are in your hand; deliver me from the hand of my enemies and persecutors. 16 Let your face shine upon your servant; save me in your steadfast love.