Week 25

Psalm 28
1Unto thee will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.
2Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee, when I lift up my hands toward thy holy oracle.
3Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity, which speak peace to their neighbors, but mischief is in their hearts.
4Give them according to their deeds, and according to the wickedness of their endeavors: give them after the work of their hands; render to them their desert.
5Because they regard not the works of the LORD, nor the operation of his hands, he shall destroy them, and not build them up.
6Blessed be the LORD, because he hath heard the voice of my supplications.
7The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.
8The LORD is their strength, and he is the saving strength of his anointed.
9Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance: feed them also, and lift them up forever.

One thing that has always puzzled me about humanity is the extremes in our ability. We have the ability to be great and accomplish many wonderful things. On the other hand, we have the ability to destroy and tear down with seemingly no regards.

I continue to be puzzled by people who seem to take pleasure in the misfortune of other people. It’s the most bizarre thing to me. In some ways, I want to put myself in a bubble and protect myself from these people.

It’s kind of where I am out today. I realize that in me lays the potential to do good and do evil. All I can do is cry out God to help me, and He will help me.