Psalms 17:7-10 Wondrously show your steadfast love, O savior of those who seek refuge from their adversaries at your right hand. Guard me as the apple of the eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings, from the wicked who despoil me, my deadly enemies who surround me. They close their hearts to pity; with their mouths they speak arrogantly.
Someone once said that the rest of the Bible is my love letter to you, humanity; and the book of Psalms is your love letter to me. One of the things that moves me about this love letter is how each Psalm, whether it is praising me, petitioning me, or pleading with me, is so real and raw and vulnerable. There are some psalms asking me to do violent things on someone’s behalf. That is not how I intercede, but I want you to know that all of your emotions can find a safe place with me, that I am big enough to hold your heartbreak and your jubilance and your rage. I would rather you place them with me than misdirect them in harmful ways. Today I invite you to simply pray this passage to me, knowing that you are the apple of my eye and that like a mother bird I will hide you in the shelter of my wings, no matter what is facing you.