No Terror

Psalm 31:9-24

9 Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress;
my eyes grow weak with sorrow,
my soul and my body with grief.

10 My life is consumed by anguish
and my years by groaning;
my strength fails because of my affliction, [a]
and my bones grow weak.

11 Because of all my enemies,
I am the utter contempt of my neighbors;
I am a dread to my friends—
those who see me on the street flee from me.

12 I am forgotten by them as though I were dead;
I have become like broken pottery.

13 For I hear the slander of many;
there is terror on every side;
they conspire against me
and 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 hands;
deliver me from my enemies
and from those who pursue me.

16 Let your face shine on your servant;
save me in your unfailing love.

17 Let me not be put to shame, O LORD,
for I have cried out to you;
but let the wicked be put to shame
and lie silent in the grave. [b]

18 Let their lying lips be silenced,
for with pride and contempt
they speak arrogantly against the righteous.

19 How great is your goodness,
which you have stored up for those who fear you,
which you bestow in the sight of men
on those who take refuge in you.

20 In the shelter of your presence you hide them
from the intrigues of men;
in your dwelling you keep them safe
from accusing tongues.

21 Praise be to the LORD,
for he showed his wonderful love to me
when I was in a besieged city.

22 In my alarm I said,
"I am cut off from your sight!"
Yet you heard my cry for mercy
when I called to you for help.

23 Love the LORD, all his saints!
The LORD preserves the faithful,
but the proud he pays back in full.

24 Be strong and take heart,
all you who hope in the LORD.

Bee's Thoughts:

Although I may not experienced the same situation as the above writer (King David) but I did experienced similar anguish in the emotional sense. Those prayers and cry became mine. At that point I wished I were never born. I wrote the most poem in my distress.

Just like King David, my sorrows turned to praise when I thought of God's love and greatness. I was reminded that my time is in His hands (v15). I have learnt to trust in God. These days I hardly compose any poem, a sign of less 'heart troubles' and less distress.

Dear Lord,
Thank You for Your unfailing love, for seeing me through all my distress and sorrows. Help me not to get myself into another situation where I invite heartaches for myself. Keep me pure in loving You, Lord.
In Jesus' name I pray. Amen.