A reflection on Psalm 57:
This psalm, like almost all the laments, mixes cries of help with songs of praise.
When I pray these psalms in times of trouble, singing joyous and loud to wake the dawn, I’m not trying to forget or whitewash suffering. I’m praying the only way I know how: through music.
And so I sing, even when the only thing steadfast about my heart is its rhythm, the drumbeat to a song I am trying to believe.
I rest in the shadow of your wings.