This is not the entire Psalm...just pieces that spoke to me tonight. It was written by David when the Lord had saved him from Saul and all his other enemies.
1. I love you, Lord. You are my strength.
2. The Lord is my rock, my protection, my Savior.
My God is my rock.
I can run to him for safety.
He is my shield and my saving strength, my defender.
3. I will call to the Lord, who is worthy of praise,
and I will be saved from my enemies.
16 The Lord reached down from above and took me;
he pulled me from the deep water.
17 He saved me from my powerful enemies,
from those who hated me, because they were too strong for me.
18 They attacked me at my time of trouble,
but the Lord supported me.
19 He took me to a safe place.
Because he delights in me, he saved me.
25 Lord, you are loyal to those who are loyal,
and you are good to those who are good.
26 You are pure to those who are pure,
but you are against those who are bad.
27 You save the humble,
but you bring down those who are proud.
28 Lord, you give light to my lamp.
My God brightens the darkness around me.
29 With your help I can attack an army.
With God's help I can jump over a wall.
30 The ways of God are without fault.
The Lord's words are pure.
He is a shield to those who trust him.
31 Who is God? Only the Lord.
Who is the Rock? Only our God.
32 God is my protection.
He makes my way free from fault.
46 The Lord lives!
May my Rock be praised.
Praise the God who saves me!
47 God gives me victory over my enemies
and brings people under my rule.
48 He saves me from my enemies.
You set me over those who hate me.
You saved me from violent people.
49 So I will praise you, Lord, among the nations.
I will sing praises to your name.
50 The Lord gives great victories to his king.
He is loyal to his appointed king,
to David and his descendants forever.
Tonight I've been emotional after a conversation with the hubby. I think he may have stumbled onto something that was buried deep inside and may hold the key to my holding onto this weight for so many years. The overall thought was protection. My mom was my protector from the time I was in the womb until she died. In the womb because she must have been concerned with who would protect me (or raise me) if she should die during childbirth. When my brother was born about two years prior she almost died. From what she described it sounded like that toxicity stuff that they really monitor now. Anyway...she could have had those thoughts. Zip forward some...she was always protecting us kids from our dad. He was verbally abusive. I could go on, but this gives you the idea. When she died in 1997 I struggled. Prior to that time I had managed to lose over 100 pounds and keep it off. After she was gone it came back on quickly plus a few more. With all my valiant efforts it remains intact. I've always told my hubby that the weight protects in a silly sort of irrational thinking sort of way. I had figured out over a year ago that the fear of attention kept it on. (Long story there as well.) That this could all piece together with the heading "protector" is interesting. As my initial reaction was to burst into tears (I'm still crying when I think too much about it tonight.) tells me I must pay solid attention to this at it may just be the breakthrough I've been looking for.