Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies.... -- Psalm 23:5, KJV
Hoo boy did I ever fight this one! How, in a hymn of praise, does this belong? Why? What was he thinking?
That's one of the benefits of learning to quit fighting anything and anybody and start trying to understand.
I finally realized that "mine enemies" are all within me...my anxiety, in particular. I kept looking at the outside reasons for my anxiety and trying to fix those things...i.e., get rid of them. It's no joke when they say that's like playing whack-a-mole.
One day I was deep, and anxiously, into my rues, regrets, remorses, and it came to me...what if these are all my gold? All my self-willed actions that God can (and will, if sought) purify for my good? These are all my selections, what I chose, therefore, what God has to use...for the sole and singular purpose of setting me free. As long as I cling to them as my ego sees them, they are still dross...and all mine.
How else can I get free of my uglies than by looking them in the face, kissing them on the lips, and knowing them for nothing? And how can I do that but with God within me, without me, walking me through?
That's the table he prepares for me, those are the enemies I need not fear.
Thank You.
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