Psalm 61

For the director of music. With stringed instruments. Of David.

¹ Hear my cry, O God;
       listen to my prayer.

² From the ends of the earth I call to you,
       I call as my heart grows faint;
       lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

³ For you have been my refuge,
       a strong tower against the foe.

⁴ I long to dwell in your tent forever
       and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.
       Selah

⁵ For you have heard my vows, O God;
       you have given me the heritage of those who fear your name.

⁶ Increase the days of the king’s life,
       his years for many generations.

⁷ May he be enthroned in God’s presence forever;
       appoint your love and faithfulness to protect him.

⁸ Then will I ever sing praise to your name
       and fulfill my vows day after day.

I had the feast in the presence today.  I’d been planning it all last week- making up recipes when I couldn’t find one- tasting, testing and creating wonderful foods.

I didn’t invite enemies.  I don’t know my enemies that well.  I don’t know my enemies at all, really.  So, I invited friends who were happy to come and eat and discuss and share in the meal.

But doesn’t David remind you of yourself?  I do this all the time- waiver between a place of confidence and faith and a heart that grows faint.  One moment I’m really trusting and secure and the next doubt sets in and suddenly the world is a fearful place.

And then I call out for assurance and prolonged protection.  Preserve me, Oh LORD!  And then I will sing praise to your name.

I am of the tribe of Wishy- Washies.