Psalm 3 – The Message
God! Look! Enemies past counting!
Enemies sprouting like mushrooms,
Mobs of them all around me, roaring their mockery:
“Hah! No help for him from God!”
But you, GOD, shield me on all sides;
You ground my feet, you lift my head high;
With all my might I shout up to GOD,
His answers thunder from the holy mountain.
I stretch myself out. I sleep.
Then I’m up again — rested, tall and steady,
Fearless before the enemy mobs
Coming at me from all sides.
Up, GOD! My God, help me!
Slap their faces,
First this cheek, then the other
Your fist hard in their teeth!
Real help comes from God
Your blessing clothes your people!
It’s one of those days, bad news, delays, disappointments, fatique, burdens. Enemies of the spirit, closing in on all sides it seems to sap the motivation and strength out of time. A body just wants to give in, give up, give way, give quarter, give vent. It is dark, inside and out. Skinny snow on the ground, cold, dreary. I’m tired.
Prayers today for;
- TP – work, exs, family disappointments
- L, J, S, W & SP – legal challenges
- J & KY – loss of possesions through theft
- me
I Am with you always 