To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. To bring to remembrance.
1 Make haste, O God, to deliver me! Make haste to help me, O LORD!
2 Let them be ashamed and confounded who seek my life; let them be turned back and confused who desire my hurt.
3 Let them be turned back because of their shame, who say, “Aha, aha!”
4 Let all those who seek You rejoice and be glad in You; and let those who love Your salvation say continually, “Let God be magnified!”
5 But I am poor and needy; make haste to me, O God! You are my help and my deliverer; O LORD, do not delay.
Are we there yet? I can’t help it, but this psalm reminds me of those long car trips that seem to take forever when you’re the kid in the backseat desperately longing to get to Disneyland, or Grandma’s house, or… You get the idea. Having been on both sides of that as both the immature and impatient child and the tired and irritated parent, it is a bit embarrassing to read this psalm and see myself as the child once again in God’s backseat. God, you said if I trusted You, You would provide all my needs and bless me. You promised to protect me from harm, but my adversaries are really scary and really close. God, are we there yet? How much farther is it?
God forgive me when I come across as whining. I know you have an elegant plan that will work out better than I could imagine. I know that the process I am going through is needed for my maturing. I know all things do work together for my good. I know you are cultivating the Fruit of the Spirit in my life, and everything you do is because you love me. Having said all that, God, are we there yet?