Psalms Sunday #11

Psalm 11

For the director of music. Of David.

1 In the LORD I take refuge.
How then can you say to me:
"Flee like a bird to your mountain.
2 For look, the wicked bend their bows;
they set their arrows against the strings
to shoot from the shadows
at the upright in heart.

3 When the foundations are being destroyed,
what can the righteous do [a] ?"

4 The LORD is in his holy temple;
the LORD is on his heavenly throne.
He observes the sons of men;
his eyes examine them.

5 The LORD examines the righteous,
but the wicked [b] and those who love violence
his soul hates.

6 On the wicked he will rain
fiery coals and burning sulfur;
a scorching wind will be their lot.

7 For the LORD is righteous,
he loves justice;
upright men will see his face.

Where is your mountain? When the going gets tough, where do you go? Do you crawl into bed and try to sleep it away? Do you run to a friend? Do you keep it all inside? Do you vent it all out? Or do you run and take shelter under your Father's wings?

It's so easy to find worldly comforts when the foundations crumble around us. It's so easy to try to fix things on our own.

But we can't look to ourselves and we can't look to others. We can't look behind us and dwell on the past and we can't look too far ahead and worry about the future. What we should do is look upright. Look to God.

So instead of fleeing to your mountain little bird, soar faithfully into God's arms.