King David, had a troubled life. Many of his psalms seem to have been composed whilst fleeing for his life. In Psalm 86, he built an altar, planted for travellers. A reference on How to seek relief from miseries.
There is praise mixed in with supplication, however, I believe that at the heart of David’s prayer is the continual evolution of Godly fear. A Holy reverence that bends me into a position of discipline and obedience. Without the fear of God, my life becomes a reluctant chore. One dutifully performed, with little modesty and much pride.
Did I usher the Sun into the sky this morning? Did I bring relief for the Moon’s nightshift? He did. For my being to truly love God, I need to truly capture, within my tiny mind, His kingdom and Reign.
Then, with a soulful of love, heart bursting with relationship and a head full of obedience can I present myself to Him. Like Mephibosheth, I crawl. The cool of the palace tiles on my face. I crawl. He is my King.
