I've spoken before, about these Psalms, about my heart clamoring alongside David's very heart. I have felt it coming from all sides and cried out to my God, praying for deliverance, asking for help. I look back on my Bible and I can see tear stains next to some of these Psalms, the ones that I would read aloud over and over as my prayer to God when my own words failed me.
But today. Today I read this Psalm, a Psalm of deliverance and praise.
I will sing, yes, I will sing praises!Awake, my glory!Awake, harp and lyre!I will awaken the dawn.I will give thanks to You, O Lord, among the peoples;I will sing praises to You among the nations.For Your lovingkindness is great to the heavensAnd Your truth to the clouds.Be exalted above the heavens, O God!Let Your glory be above all the earth.
How did I miss that? How have I never noticed the words of praise that came from David's lips? These are words that have filled the songs we sing at church. These phrases and word combinations are ingrained in me and as I read them I can hear the melodies that accompany them. And yet, in my fear, in my longing, in my desperation the only words I saw were his words of supplication.