To you, O Lord, I call; my rock, do not refuse to hear me, for if you are silent to me, I shall be like those who go down to the Pit.
Hear the voice of my supplication, as I cry to you for help, as I lift up my hands toward your most holy sanctuary.
Do not drag me away with the wicked, with those who are workers of evil, who speak peace with their neighbors, while mischief is in their hearts.
Repay them according to their work, and according to the evil of their deeds; repay them according to the work of their hands; render them their due reward.
Because they do not regard the works of the Lord, or the work of his hands, he will break them down and build them up no more.
Blessed be the Lord, for he has heard the sound of my pleadings.
The Lord is my strength and my shield; in him my heart trusts; so I am helped, and my heart exults, and with my song I give thanks to him.
The Lord is the strength of his people; he is the saving refuge of his anointed.
O save your people, and bless your heritage; be their shepherd, and carry them forever.
Following a blessed conversation with one of my faith guides today I was not able to get past the first sentence of this Psalm and the word “rock.” I read that and was reminded of the most recent chapter I read in Falling Upward about the stumbling stone and the necessary suffering we face in life. These stones, these sufferings can help to mold and shape us into the people God calls us to be. There is a refining that is happening in me and what was once a jagged rough stone is being burred down into something transformed.