“For it is not an enemy who taunts me—
then I could bear it;
it is not an adversary who deals insolently with me—
then I could hide from him.
But it is you, a man, my equal,
my companion, my familiar friend.
We used to take sweet counsel together;
within God’s house we walked in the throng…
But I call to God,
and the Lord will save me.
Evening and morning and at noon
I utter my complaint and moan,
and he hears my voice.
He redeems my soul in safety
from the battle that I wage…
My companion stretched out his hand against his friends;
he violated his covenant.
His speech was smooth as butter,
yet war was in his heart;
his words were softer than oil,
yet they were drawn swords.
Cast your burden on the Lord,
and he will sustain you;
he will never permit
the righteous to be moved.”
“You have kept count of my tossings;
put my tears in your bottle.
Are they not in your book?
Then my enemies will turn back
in the day when I call.
This I know, that God is for me.
In God, whose word I praise,
in the Lord, whose word I praise,
in God I trust; I shall not be afraid.
What can man do to me?..
I will render thank offerings to you.
For you have delivered my soul from death,
yes, my feet from falling,
that I may walk before God
in the light of life.” Psalm 55:12-14,16-18a,20-22; 56:8-11,12b-13
David suffered many a trouble, many a heartbreak, attack, and betrayal. While he knew anguish, he also knew his God. He knew to take the hurt of deception and pain and loneliness to the everlasting and compassionate Lover of his soul. There he tucked into His side with confidence that God would save him, God heard him, God redeemed him, God sustained him, God was for him and would not fail. His psalms are the song of many a soul put to word and wonder.

We handle insolence, betrayal, taunting, and sorrow in varied ways. We can clam up, close in, or lash out, seeking protection, privacy, or revenge. Mostly we respond to the troubles and hurts of life on the horizontal.
The Lord tenderly bids us cry to Him in vertical response to life’s agonies. Our Heavenly Savior knows and has gone before us in every pang and pain. To pour out our anguish to Him, to spill our tears for Him to measure and hold and cherish, is in itself a means of release and solace. We cast, He keeps count and carries and comforts. Our continued taking and singing, whether in lament or thanksgiving, builds our assurance in all He is and how He meets us. (Psalm 34:18; Isaiah 53:3; John 11:35; Hebrews 2:18; 4:15-16)
What people or situations keep me tossing? What is my default practice when faced with biting pain, betrayal of a friendship or confidence, dark fear? Would I sing of my Redeemer’s love and faithfulness, and proclaim confidence in Him? He alone is our help and hope.
Lord, keep me ever thankful for Your understanding and compassion, and help me walk above hard circumstances in the light of life, to Your praise.









