The sorrows of death compassed me...
the sorrows of the grave entangled me...
the snares of death overwhelmed me...
Psalm 18:1-6
What's happening to me now seems unreal...
the sorrows of the grave entangled me...
the snares of death overwhelmed me...
Psalm 18:1-6
What's happening to me now seems unreal...
Since my arrival at the hospital, I have been confined to a special prison ward. It's a secure area with correction officers on duty at all times. Each inmate who gets admitted to the hospital gets assigned his own room. My room is at the far end of the floor. It's quiet. I have a view of the street from my gated window, where I could watch the day's traffic passing up and down a busy intersection. I've begun to pray for the city of Albany, too.
Doctors, Nurses, and medical technicians have been in and out of my room constantly. The staff has been friendly and helpful. While the guards, however, remain aloof. Yet a kind officer, at my polite request, went to the ragged looking bookcase that's out in the corridor and got me a Bible. "The only one I could find," he said. The Bible is well-worn, with pages missing. But it's still the Word of God, and the Psalms are all there. I love the Psalms, and I'd often turn to them whenever I'm facing a difficult day, or when I'm going through a tough trial of my faith, like now.
I was reading this battle-worn and physically abused Bible when Psalm 18 caught my eye. It's always been one of my favorites, but this time the words spoke to my heart in a different way than before. This time the words seemed to fit my situation perfectly, as I have been thinking that very soon I may actually die. King David, who wrote this psalm, must have been going through a similar situation, as his words were not penned without purpose. But instead of sinking into a state of despair, David began to call upon the Lord in his distress. Now I am doing the same. The Lord heard David's voice and came to his rescue. I'm confident the Lord will come to my rescue as well.
D.B.
Doctors, Nurses, and medical technicians have been in and out of my room constantly. The staff has been friendly and helpful. While the guards, however, remain aloof. Yet a kind officer, at my polite request, went to the ragged looking bookcase that's out in the corridor and got me a Bible. "The only one I could find," he said. The Bible is well-worn, with pages missing. But it's still the Word of God, and the Psalms are all there. I love the Psalms, and I'd often turn to them whenever I'm facing a difficult day, or when I'm going through a tough trial of my faith, like now.
I was reading this battle-worn and physically abused Bible when Psalm 18 caught my eye. It's always been one of my favorites, but this time the words spoke to my heart in a different way than before. This time the words seemed to fit my situation perfectly, as I have been thinking that very soon I may actually die. King David, who wrote this psalm, must have been going through a similar situation, as his words were not penned without purpose. But instead of sinking into a state of despair, David began to call upon the Lord in his distress. Now I am doing the same. The Lord heard David's voice and came to his rescue. I'm confident the Lord will come to my rescue as well.
D.B.
