A psalm of David. When he fled from his son Absalom. YHWH, how many are my foes! How many rise up against me! Many are saying of me, “There is no salvation in God.”
The many are after me. They surround me and I can’t get away. Hiding in plain sight from the ones who know me. Perhaps they know me too well. Perhaps there was a time that I thought I could trust them. But I may have been too naive. Now I know more of the truth. That I am on my own. And the many are not on my side.
The many are too many. I can’t get away. In my home, on my screen, in my head, they won’t leave me alone. Many. Too many. Too much. Rising up.
But I do this to myself. I could just turn it off, cut it off, play it off. At least some of this has been my fault. That the many have been allowed to consume me. I let them. Wrong place at the right time. I let them. Overtake me.
And I might have been listening the whole time. To them. The many. That there is no salvation for me. Why would God rescue someone who has allowed such a situation to go this far? Why would God save a sinner who prays to Him, only when there are too many that overwhelm? When it has all become too much? I should have put an end to it before getting to this point. A slave to the oppression of the many.
Selah.
Exhale.
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