Psalms

Read Psalms 90 and 91 this morning. And reflected upon them -- and oh, the promises held herein are enough to blow my mind.

Sometimes I find it really easy to read, read, read and not think, ruminate, dwell upon the Word. (Eerily similar to how I go, go, go and do, do, do sans introspection on motivation and purpose and goal. Probably related.) God, keep me from treating our precious Word flippantly. Help me to hold it in high honor, to meditate upon it day and night, so that I will not forget your character and your promises. So that I can really and truly trust in your grace and provision, leaning on your constancy and faithfulness in an uncertain world.

For you are God from everlasting to everlasting.

I am nothing but dust, all my days naught but a second.

Teach me to number my days aright, that I may gain a heart of wisdom.

Satisfy me with your unfailing love.

May your favor rest upon me and establish the work of my hands for me.

You are shelter, refugee, fortress, savior, protector, rescuer, deliverer.

May I acknowledge you, trust in you, dwell in you, love you.

May these words be hidden in my heart. May they be true.
And may today be a day of thanksgiving and grace and remembrance and love.