𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘

David.

A shepherd boy

the only one brave enough to challenge the giant Goliath

and slayed him with God's pebble

a beautifully talented musician

appointed by God as a king

but a man pursuing God's heart

who wrote most of the Book of Psalms

strong in his faith but weak in his flesh

constantly asking for forgiveness

God had great plans for David

for from him would spring

the Root of Jesse

by God's design

Elohim to walk among us

Here, David is asking God to not forsake him because of his transgressions and to be merciful. Again.

David is greatly troubled, crying himself to sleep every night and worrying about being slain by his enemies. He's petitioning God to intercede on his behalf and to keep him safe. His eyelids are likely swollen from his weeping and the tears are blurring his vision as he cries out to God to hear his pleas to heal his mind and heart at the expense of his enemies.

Psalm 6 is an SOS cried out by a king

but it's a proclamation

of Faith over fear

at the same time.

May we all be reminded of the story

of David in our darkest nights

when our tears cloud our vision

that our faith can be stronger

than our fear

that our faith takes us

from the fields

to the throne

from sinners to saints

that our faith keeps us

from dying a permanent death

Oh, David

your tears grew a Garden

your pleas planted Hope

and over two thousand years later

we can relate

to your struggles in our own

we use your prayers and pleas

to model our own

your words are lifted in song again

spoken and sung by generations

down through the ages

immortalized

inspiring

encouraging

enlightening

empowering

He heard you

and he hears us too.

The King of Hearts.

❤️

“O Lord, do not rebuke me in Your anger, Nor chasten me in Your hot displeasure. Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak; O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled. My soul also is greatly troubled; But You, O Lord—how long? Return, O Lord, deliver me! Oh, save me for Your mercies’ sake! For in death there is no remembrance of You; In the grave who will give You thanks? I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears. My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my enemies. Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; For the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping. The Lord has heard my supplication; The Lord will receive my prayer. Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled; Let them turn back and be ashamed suddenly.”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭6‬:‭1‬-‭10‬ ‭NKJV‬‬