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The Night He Slept Anyway.

Psalms 3 — A king on the run, enemies closing in, and the kind of peace that makes no sense

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Key Takeaways

David slept through the night while being hunted by his own son — you can't fake that kind of peace, and it came from a person, not a plan.

The worst attack David faced wasn't physical — his enemies were telling him God had already walked away.
David's last word isn't 'save me' — it's 'bless your people,' a prayer for the same nation that just betrayed him.

📢 Chapter 3 — The Night He Slept Anyway 🌙

This has a devastating backstory. — king, giant-killer, man after own heart — was running for his . Not from a foreign army. From his own son. had seized the throne, and David fled on foot.

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In the middle of that, he prayed. What came out is only eight verses long — honest enough to stay with you for much longer.

When Everyone Counts You Out 🗡️

opened with the raw situation:

"Lord, how many are my enemies now?

So many are rising up against me.

So many are saying about me, 'God won't rescue him. It's over for him.'"

The enemies weren't just threatening his life — they were narrating his story for him. The worst attack wasn't physical. It was theological. They were saying his God had walked away.

But You 🛡️

Then pivoted. Two words changed the entire :

"But you, Lord — you are a shield around me.

My glory. The one who lifts my head.

I cried out to the Lord, and he answered me from his holy mountain."

David didn't deny any of it. He just refused to let the situation define God. And that image — "the lifter of my head." That's tenderness from someone who sees you at your lowest and says: look at me, not at them.

The Part That Shouldn't Make Sense 😴

Here's where the gets almost unbelievable:

"I lay down and slept.

I woke up again — because the Lord sustained me.

I will not be afraid of thousands of people lined up against me on every side."

His son wants him dead. The nation watched him lose his throne. And he slept. You can't will yourself to sleep when real fear has its hands around your chest. This wasn't performance. This was actual . The kind that comes from knowing the person standing guard doesn't sleep at all.

Salvation Has an Owner ⚔️

closed with a cry that doubles as a declaration:

"Rise up, Lord! Rescue me, my God!

You strike every enemy across the jaw. You shatter the teeth of the wicked.

Salvation belongs to the Lord. Let your blessing rest on your people."

belongs to the Lord. Not to strategy or military record. Rescue is God's department. And his last word wasn't "save me" — it was "bless your people." for the same people who betrayed him. That's what real produces — not just for yourself, but enough room in your heart to still pray for others.