1 The Lord is my light and my salvation—
whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life—
of whom shall I be afraid?
2 When the wicked advance against me
to devour me,
it is my enemies and my foes
who will stumble and fall.
3 Though an army besiege me,
my heart will not fear;
though war break out against me,
even then I will be confident.
4 One thing I ask from the Lord,
this only do I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life,
to gaze on the beauty of the Lord
and to seek him in his temple.
5 For in the day of trouble
he will keep me safe in his dwelling;
he will hide me in the shelter of his sacred tent
and set me high upon a rock.
6 Then my head will be exalted
above the enemies who surround me;
at his sacred tent I will sacrifice with shouts of joy;
I will sing and make music to the Lord.
Today I like this. Today this makes sense. And so I hold fast to it. Because I do feel besieged. However my heart does fear. Greatly. But knowing the Lord is with me, that he hides me in his tent, that he sets me upon a rock is comforting. So I’ll take that. And tonight I leave my fears with him. My neighbours are probably relieved I’m not up to shouts of joy or music making. I think sleep will do. Tonight, that is enough.