This morning early we gathered at the church to pray – our regular Wednesday a.m. Gatecrashers. I look forward to this time with anticipation most weeks and I did today as well but this morning it was hard to get moving. Everything about me seemed stiff and slow moving.
My heart has heard you say, “Come and talk with me.”
And my heart responds, “Lord I am coming.” (Psalm 27:8)
The events of this week have accumulated, in a way. They weigh me down and the week is just half over: problems with a woman who, claiming to be a friend, is actually taking advantage of my elderly aunt, being one of my fathers health care providers was, this time around, stressful, a daughter phoning to hear a cheerful word in the middle of the night when I was tired. All these people looking to me for help; for some kind of solution when I am feeling right out of answers and right out of energy.
Teach me how to live, O Lord. (Psalm 27:11)
David expresses so well what I am feeling some days. This macho, warrior, king with multiple responsibilities expresses his need for God’s presence in ways that I connect with. I thank God for the Psalms that so many years later express feelings I feel now and convey God’s love to me still.
The one thing I ask of the Lord –
The thing I seek most –
is to live in the house of the Lord all the days of my life,
delighting in the Lord’s perfections
and meditating in his Temple.
For he will conceal me there when troubles come;
he will hide me in his sanctuary.
He will place me out of reach on a high rock.
Then I will hold my head high,
above my enemies who surround me.
At his tabernacle I will offer sacrifices with shouts of joy,
Singing and praising the Lord with music.
(Psalm 27:4 to 6)