“Who will give me wings,” I ask—
“wings like a dove?”
Get me out of here on dove wings;
I want some peace and quiet.
I want a walk in the country,
I want a cabin in the woods.
— Psalm 55:6, The Message
Sometimes, I still picture this: Sitting out on Mission Peninsula, surrounded by the greens and blues of northern Michigan, where the cool clear day and a glass of iced tea brought a moment’s respite from real life—the place where I actually live.
The thing about being away is that you don’t belong there. It’s great while it lasts. But it doesn’t last.
So, instead I think I’ll aim to live here:
I call to God;
God will help me.
At dusk, dawn, and noon I sigh
deep sighs—he hears, he rescues.
My life is well and whole, secure
in the middle of danger
Even while thousands
are lined up against me.
— Psalm 55:16, The Message
Lord, I’m looking to You today, waiting on Your help and direction, drawing close to Your promises and peace. Show me the way ahead in the midst of this day’s surroundings—in Christ, I pray.
Pile your troubles on God’s shoulders—
he’ll carry your load, he’ll help you out.
— Psalm 55:22, The Message