They are drawn for us to understand what's going on inside us. I spent a few hours last week being afraid again for the future of my children. Some among us have desperate fears, the kind that never leave them even for a moment. Such fear becomes like a wall of rushing water. Others live with rejection that they have internalized as self-hatred.
Shame can pull our heads under water.
That appeal is what we're going to read of now. Out of the brightness of his presence clouds advanced, with hailstones and bolts of lightning. He shot his arrows and scattered the enemies, great bolts of lightning and routed them. The valleys of the sea were exposed and the foundations of the earth laid bare at your rebuke, O Lord, at the blast of breath from your nostrils. He rescued me from my powerful enemy, from my foes, who were too strong for me.