Psalm 55:1-8 “For the Chief Musician. On stringed instruments. A contemplation by David. Listen to my prayer, God. Don’t hide yourself from my supplication. Attend to me, and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and moan because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked. For they bring suffering on me. In anger they hold a grudge against me. My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me. Fearfulness and trembling have come on me. Horror has overwhelmed me. I said, ‘Oh that I had wings like a dove! Then I would fly away, and be at rest. Behold, then I would wander far off. I would lodge in the wilderness.’ Selah. ‘I would hurry to a shelter from the stormy wind and storm.’ ”

There is an interesting reality here that isn’t readily apparent. Have you ever been in such trouble that you wished you had a shelter that you could run to and hide in? There may not be a physical shelter, but there is a spiritual shelter! We should run to God and beg Him for help when our souls are in anguish, which is what we see David doing here.

For additional worship: Sweet Hour of Prayer (Casting Crowns)