But you, God, see trouble of the afflicted:
you consider their grief and take it in hand.
The victims commit themselves to you;
you are the helper of the fatherless (Psalm 10.14)
Nearly every time I have relied on my own efforts to accomplish something, I have failed. Success has come only when I surrender my will to the One who gives me the strength to accomplish all things.
Over the past four months, I have been committed to a healthy eating plan and increased exercise. “Committed” not in the sense of personal persistence, but as in being locked into, confined. The word translated “commit” in Psalm 10.14 conveys a strong sense of
“leaves/deserts/abandons himself.” (Alex Motyer, Psalms Day by Day). Being committed is not something to brag about. It is something to be grateful for.
I have been committed to many things in my life. Often the things I have lose myself in have consumed me. Drugs. Alcohol. Overwork. As I turned myself over to these death-dealing gods, I have moved away from the life-giving God.
I’m grateful that I have come to a place in my life where I have abandoned these false gods and grown closer to the one, true God. This doesn’t mean my devotion will never fall. I have days when I turn back out of fear, distrust, impatience. But God consistently claims me as His own. All I need to do is quit clinging to myself and let myself be hugged by Him.