Psalm Photos – 120 – Tennis Ball

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Psalm 120

In my distress I cry to the Lord, that he may answer me:

“Deliver me, O Lord, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.”

What shall be given to you? And what more shall be done to you, you deceitful tongue?

A warrior’s sharp arrows, with glowing coals of the broom tree!

Woe is me, that I am an alien in Meshech, that I must live among the tents of Kedar.

Too long have I had my dwelling among those who hate peace.

I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war.

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I took the inset picture back in December and wrote the following:

I took a bit of a walk this afternoon while my boys were in their piano lessons and wandered by a tennis court looking rather forlorn on this grey-skied afternoon. I noticed this tennis ball on the court. It had been left there at some point and there it sat. I thought about the patience the ball would need until such a time came when it was time to play once again. No matter how cold and grey a winter day may feel, the promise of Spring will be realized.

The words of Isaiah 40:31 speak to this. “Those who wait upon the Lord will renew their strength…” We may need to be patient for the Lord’s working even in the grey days, but the promise of renewal and fulfillment will come to pass.

I then saw this tennis ball sitting on a drainage grate just down from my house after some crazy rains the other day. It’s not, but it could be the same ball. It’s how I feel about this Psalm today. It’s called a Psalm of Ascent which refers to a group if Psalms that were likely sung as people ascended the road into Jerusalem.

This Psalm feels to me like one who has faced a change in what they experience in their life. They once felt secure, now distressed. They once fled safe but now endangered. Once at peace and now at war. Once a clean tennis ball on a nearly clean court to wet and dirty surrounded by the rest of the wash after a storm.

That is how we experience life at times. I commented the other morning about the heavy rains that a fitting scripture for the day would be about the rains falling on the just and unjust alike. Yet in the midst of the storm we can call to God even as we ascend a hill, tired, wet, dirty. Calling upon the true hope through it all.

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