David’s heart is again laid bare in the words of these psalms, and I find myself feeling such a kinship with him as he struggles with extreme anxiety as Saul relentlessly seeks his head on a platter.

Fortunately, I do not have a living, breathing Saul at my heels.  For that I thank Jesus, for his divine protection.

It’s educating to see that in the midst of David’s struggles with anxiety, he notices some things about his character that need ironing out, and he asks the Lord to help him overcome these bumps in his character:

³ When my spirit grows faint within me,
it is you who know my way.

³ Set a guard over my mouth, O LORD;
keep watch over the door of my lips.

⁴ Let not my heart be drawn to what is evil,
to take part in wicked deeds
with men who are evildoers;
let me not eat of their delicacies.

⁵ Let a righteous man ^[a] strike me—it is a kindness;
let him rebuke me—it is oil on my head.
My head will not refuse it.
Yet my prayer is ever against the deeds of evildoers;

In particular, I join David in asking the Lord to set a guard over my mouth, so that every thing I say is pleasing to Him.

No time tonight for deep insights or thoughts.  Restless legs are driving me batty — and I injured my foot today when I slipped on the stairs.  Good night!