Have you ever watched someone walking with their head down? No, not the type who’s searching for coins or chasing ants — but one who carries the terrible weight of shame, fear, or plain old defeat. Shoulders slumped, eyes glued to the pavement, and a gait that says, “Don’t talk to me, the world’s already had a go!”

Now imagine a man on the run. And no, I don’t mean an Income Tax fugitive hiding in England. I mean a king-in-waiting, with an army chasing him, his own son plotting against him, and betrayal lurking in every bush. That man was David. And instead of calling his lawyers, generals, or sending a long-winded text full of emojis to his ex-commander, he prays.

Yes, you heard that right. He actually prays! And what does he say? Not “Smite my enemies, O Lord,” or “Give me five minutes with that traitor Absalom!” But this—“But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, the One who lifts my head high.” (Psalm 3:3)

Ah, what poetry! No war cries, no melodrama, no political speeches—just a quiet, profound confidence. “You lift my head.” Isn’t that beautiful?

I mean, think about it. When someone’s defeated, what’s the first thing that drops? Their phone? No, their head! It’s almost like gravity takes its cue from the soul. But here comes God — not with a lecture, not with a sermon, not with a list of things David should’ve done better — but with the gentlest of gestures:

A touch under the chin.

A lift of the face.

And suddenly, dear friends, you see the stars again.

And that’s what gets me every time.

Because we spend so much of our lives asking God to remove the storm. “God, cancel the crisis!” “God, delete the debt!” “God, remove the boss!” But David doesn’t ask for any of that. He doesn’t ask for a ceasefire or even a little political compromise, like rushing to China with arms folded. No. He simply says, “Be my shield, Lord. Be my glory. And lift my head.”

That’s a faith I want to borrow next time my Wi-Fi fails or my bank balance disappears faster than a politician’s promise.

This week, starting today, I suggest you try this out. Don’t walk with your chin stuck to your chest like it’s been magnetised by huge problems. Instead, carry this verse with you. Whisper it if you must, shout it if you can — “You, O Lord, are the lifter of my head!”

Because when God is your shield, He doesn’t just protect you from enemies. He protects your dignity. Your confidence. Your walk. And even your posture!

So go on, let this be your posture from today: Like me, look up. Straighten your back. And walk out into the world like someone whose head was lifted by the very hand of God. He’s doing this for me, all the time. And if someone asks what changed? Just smile and say, “He lifted my head…!”

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