God, hear my voice when I complain. Protect my life from the terror of the enemy. Hide me from the scheming of wicked people, from the mob of evildoers, who sharpen their tongues like swords and aim bitter words like arrows … The righteous one rejoices in the Lord and takes refuge in Him; all those who are upright in heart will offer praise. Psalm 64:1-3, 10 HCSB
I love King David. He was so real, and I am so thankful he poured his imperfect heart out in all these Psalms. Sometimes I wonder if his willingness to tell God everything he felt was what made him “a man after God’s own heart.” God longs for relationship. He longs to be my best friend, which means he wants to hear … my complaints.
I complain to my husband, my sister, and my mother. I tell them the yucky parts of my heart as well as the good. And here David complains to his creator. “These people are being really, really mean to me. They are talking horrible about me, disrespecting me, hurting my reputation and undermining my authority. And, they are just plain old hurting my feelings, too. Hide me from them, God.”
That’s the part that drew my attention today. “Hide me from the scheming of wicked people.” David sought his solution in God alone. He didn’t take it upon himself to punish his enemies. He didn’t go slandering them around town. He took his wounded heart to God Himself.
And by the end of his psalm, he was feeling better … better enough to offer God praise. He trusted God to take care of the problem.
May I do the same. May I take my conflicts with others to God Himself, asking Him to work out the solutions instead of trying to manipulate circumstances to “fix” them on my own. When I am hurt, may I hide in Him.