What can I say? That’s how Psalm 69 struck me as I read it a few minutes ago.

“Save me, O God; for the waters are come in unto my soul” (1).

I think that’s worse than being in water up to my nose.

“Because for thy sake I have borne reproach; shame hath covered my face” (7).

See?! Another dreary chapter to match my dreary mood. That’s good in this sense: it reminds me that God knows how I’m feeling.

And He cares. And He knows how He’s going to see me through and out of it.

So I (again) shall turn outward and upward.

“Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters” (14).

“Pour out thine indignation upon them, and let thy wrathful anger take hold of them” (24).

No, don’t do that.

Bless them instead and draw them to Yourself. Amen.

Posted: December 22