It has long been my habit to read one of the Psalms on Sunday morning. This morning I found myself at the Eleventh.

Some scholars place the timing of this poem around 1 Sam 18-20 right after David defeats Goliath and becomes a national hero and falls into the favor of the King. The King quickly becomes jealous of David’s popularity and begins to hate him and hunt him down. Imagine how that felt to David, and so perhaps that’s why he wrote, “the foundations are destroyed” (Ps 11:3)

I kind of feel like my (false) foundations began to weaken and crumble some years ago when I walked away from my responsibilities at church, when a dear friend made public that he no longer believed, and when for a while I gave up at work and became a negative and unhappy leader and peer.

When I fail to live up to what I want to be for God, when my faith is shaken by the choices of others or the circumstances around me, even then God has never abandoned me, given up on me, or got frustrated and moved on without me. In truth, as odd as it seems to me, he has become even more dear a Friend, even more my heavenly Dad who loves me, helps me, and draws me to himself and into the family business.

Whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. In the Lord I take refuge for he has become my righteousness through the foolishness of the cross. Though he slay me, yet will I hope in him.

Are your foundations getting shaky? Are you putting too much trust in something, someone, other than your God? False foundations will not hold up.

If we are his, he will NEVER leave us or forsake us. THIS is why together we wildly, crazily, in an outrageous and perhaps seemingly arrogant way PRAISE Him from the depths of our souls. For though we may be older now and perhaps have forgotten a great many things, one thing we each can remember quite clearly, “I am truly a great sinner, and Christ is an infinitely greater Savior who cherishes, likes, loves and yearns for me.”

How can that be??? Tis all of Grace, ‘tis all of Him.