Did I interrupt something?

I open my Bible this morning and read Psalm 16. Did I walk through a closed bedroom door? Something very intimate is going on here.

"Keep me safe, My God, for in you I take refuge" (v.1).

A whispered plea to a lover, like pillow talk faintly heard in a room blanketed in hush. Did David's world feel the way mine does right now? A little off-tilt? A bit scary? Extremely tenuous or wobbly? Not as solid as perhaps he was used to at another time in his life?

"You alone are my portion and my cup, you make my lot secure." (v.5).

More whispers. A decision to abandon. A full commitment, like snuggling close to someone and resting your head on their chest, knowing without a doubt there is no one else and no where else.

"I keep my eyes always on the Lord" (v.8).

No more looking around. No more searching for the right one, the right way. There is no better place, better path, better person. Here is total devotion. The true and only lover has been found and with that discovery comes thankfulness, rest and peace. There is simply no one else.

"You will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand" (v.11).

Wherever David is when he's writing these words, it feels like he wants to stay exactly where he is. He doesn't want to get on with it. The world out there feels futile, a bit crazy, and a lot wobbly. But here it is safe. Here there is a sense of the holy, of a better place, a more stable place, a place in order, a place where hope can grow. A place and a person to trust and to be safe.

At least I feel those things when I read his words.

Thank you Lord for letting me be a witness to the whispers. I want you as my one and only, my better place, my safe place. I ask you to help me in my unbelief and ask for your kingdom to come on earth as it is in heaven. I love you. Teach me how to love you more.

Amen