from the desk of Rev. Steve Daniels, Jr.
To the Saints of God
“My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me. Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me. And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.”
When David wrote this Psalm, he was deeply distressed. His soul was heavy, because his son whom he loved so dearly led a rebellion against him. Let me ask you a question - have you ever been at a point in your life that your burdens were more than you can bear?
There is no problem like a family problem. David had family trouble. To add to his problem his best friend, a cabinet member, had betrayed him and joined his son. He said it was a man my equal, one whom I loved, a friend, my counselor, my guide, we prayed together, we shared intimate secrets together. But now when I turn my back he had put a knife in it.
David said I need to get away. “Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.” He wanted to get as far away from it as possible. David prayed against them and turned his problem over into the hands of God. He said he prayed morning, noon and evening. Verse 18 “He hath delivered my soul in peace from the battle that was against me: for there were many with me.” I have found that the Lord does a better job in dealing with my problems than I can. He knows just how to do it, and when to do it.