Fierce

I read some powerful words this morning. They are powerful because I identify with them.

For the enemy has pursued my soul;

he has crushed my life to the ground;

he has made me sit in darkness like those long dead.

Therefore my spirit faints within me;

my heart within me is appalled.

Yeesh. I know it’s not pretty. It’s actually quite scary. Like a horror movie you wish you hadn’t seen.

But there is more! I also identify with these words.

I remember the days of old;

I meditate on all that You have done;

I ponder the work of Your hands.

I stretch out my hands to You;

my soul thirsts for You like a parched land.

Ok, I am remembering God. I am remembering He is real, and He has worked, and I daresay I expect Him to continue working hard for His glory and for me. Because that’s who He is, I think. Struggling with unbelief, but I’ll cry out desperately anyway.

Still more.

Answer me quickly…!

Hide not Your face…

Let me hear…

Make me know…

Deliver me…!

Teach me…!

Let Your good Spirit lead me…!

Lots of yelling, it seems. Throat-crackling yelling. True crying.

And a final plea.

For Your name’s sake, O Lord, preserve my life!

In Your righteousness bring my soul out of trouble!

Still more finally, this sweet, sweet confidence that King David shares with us, and knowingly or unknowingly invites us to claim, too.

And in Your steadfast love You will cut off my enemies,

and You will destroy all the adversaries of my soul,

for I am Your servant.

This last bit of Psalm 143 is quite scary, too.

For the enemies.

The fight is against sin, within and without. And it is against fear.

I am thankful for God’s fighting, fierce nature. I’ve never had much of one, so I’m glad He’s got us covered. If you don’t know this side of Him, may I suggest you bask in this language until you believe it to be true? That is what I am trying to do right now.