It’s amazing to think that David wrote this. He knew God and he had experienced God in a way that no other Hebrew had, yet he wrote these words. Psalms like Psalm 13 give me shelter, they feed my soul in a way that no other scripture can because they testify to suffering in a way that communicates that it’s okay to feel forgotten by God.

This is where I always stop. My mind is wired to think theologically, so I want to check my theology here. I want to ask myself questions or reread what I’ve written in order to come up with a concise, clear, correct message about something like Psalm 13. The problem with this is that I then immediately forget the weight of the scripture. I forget how I felt when I tweeted it, I forget how I meditated on it on my drive in and feeling forgotten by God as I count up my responsibilities and the demands that I carry the weight of.

I don’t want to forget it. It’s in the moment of hopelessness, when I’m feeling the most lost, that I feel God in his smallest voice say, “I am a rock, a fortress, a deliverer. Take refuge in my salvation.” This comfort I can know, and this comfort I can feel.

That washes away my doubt, that washes away my guilt, my anger, my hopelessness, my helplessness. I can count on the very words that David writes at the end of Psalm 13

My problems haven’t been solved, there’s not a nice bow resting on my life and Jesus wrapped it all up, it’s still messy and a junk drawer of hurts and mistakes and missteps, but the comfort moves me to hope and trust. I can hope in salvation. I can hope in the Lord granting me fruitfulness nonetheless.

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