Something I wrote in my journal a month or so ago..

Psalm 13

For the director of music. A psalm of David.

¹ How long, O LORD ? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?

² How long must I wrestle with my thoughts
and every day have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?

³ Look on me and answer, O LORD my God.
Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death;

⁴ my enemy will say, "I have overcome him,"
and my foes will rejoice when I fall.

⁵ But I trust in your unfailing love;
my heart rejoices in your salvation.

⁶ I will sing to the LORD,
for he has been good to me.

I think our church (In Atlanta) has given me a different perspective on some of the psalms that talk so much about suffering. They seem more relevant to the black church/any minority church than they are to a white suburban church like the one I grew up in. This culture is one of perseverance and endurance, looking back at a history of oppression and injustice. It is similar to the Israelites history, I mean, more similar than my white racial/cultural history is. I've learned about the identity people find in their race. I never really saw people or myself as being part of their/my collective racial group. This is something new for me.