Thrasher's Call

From Psalm 11:1, which reads: How can you say to my soul, "flee, as a bird, to your mountain"?

I feel encircled and beseiged; how can You call this good? How can You see the bows in the hands You have made and placed around me and say “do not forsake the assembly,” when the assembly, to me, is the place I feel forsaken? My wounds do not rival yours, but my soul begs to know: how did You not flee? When all around You counted You as, at best, a liability, and at worst, a curse, a heretic – how did you not flee, like a bird, to find safety in a desolate place, to head for the hills? How did you choose the peril of our Cross over the safety of Your mountain?