As I enter this week, I’m looking forward to surgery on Thursday to alleviate my enlarged prostate problem. Sorry, it’s not a glamourous disease like, say, breast cancer, but millions of us (older) men suffer from it in one degree or another. Maybe even King David!

My wounds are foul and festering Because of my foolishness. I am troubled, I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long. For my loins are full of inflammation, And there is no soundness in my flesh. (Psalm 38.5 – 7, NKJV)

That’s more identification with a psalm than I want!

David ends Psalm 38 with a prayer:

Do not forsake me, O LORD; O my God, be not far from me! Make haste to help me, O Lord, my salvation! (Psalm 38.21, 22, NKJV)

If you don’t feel a need for such a prayer right now, pray it for me! Thanks.