OK, King David may have been the most ideal king until Jesus, but his life was a mess.
Yesterday he was being hunted in the wilderness like a fugitive. Today he’s king, he’s in the city, but still asking God for salvation. Now from slimy political frenemies. They still want him dead, that’s a constant.
Its such a nasty nest of smarmy vipers, including one particularly close betrayer, that he longs for a concrete enemy like the good old days when king Saul simply threw spears at him.
The psalm is full longing. To be a dove and simply fly away. He dreams of being in the desert – at least it’s empty. He dreams of finding shelter from the storm.
But he will stay and face it, cast his cares on the Lord.
And indeed, I spend an unfortunate amount of my week on escape, if I think about it. Coffee, TV, dawdling. I’m a world class dawdler. Kelly (my wife) found me simply sitting in the street in the car after work yesterday. Not ready to come in.
Cast it on the Lord!