In the Book of Psalms, there are chapters that are entirely comforting and encouraging. Then there are those dealing with war and violence that can be disturbing. I’ve loved parts of the book that speak of the Shepherd, quiet pools of water, and peaceful pastures.

I confess I’ve struggled to relate to others. The songs David wrote while at war, or while running for his life. Psalms that tell of betrayal, disappointment and fear.

This morning I learned I have something in common with the psalmist. I don’t have armies or individuals seeking to kill me, but there are troubled times in my world. I watched video of crowds in the tenth day of protests against unnecessary deaths. Peaceful protests against abuse of power turned into riots. Riots produced more pain and suffering. Needless destruction of property. Business owners losing their life savings. People in my town afraid to be on the street.

While watching reports of my world under attack, I happened to open Psalm 55.

Verse one – David begged God to hear him and to pay attention to his plea for mercy. I’ve echoed that in prayer and wondered if God was paying attention.

Verse four - David’s heart is in anguish. Mine is, too, as I watch reports of needless violence and hurting people.

Verse six through eight – He wishes he could sprout wings and fly away. He expressed his desire to find a safe place of escape and rest. At times I’ve wished I could run away to that safe spot. I’ve wanted to live in a very small town, where everyone knows your name, and everyone is kind and cares for their neighbor. Yes, I have more in common with David than I realized. I understand wanting to fly away.

So I’ll follow his lead.

Verse sixteen – I will call to God and the Lord will save me. He is my safe place.

Verse twenty-two – I will hand my God the load of fear and anguish I’ve been carrying. He will support me and calm my trembling heart.

Because I can’t fly away to some fairy-tale village, I will keep my eyes on the Lord to find real sustaining peace, right where I am.