I started to see a rythmn to how Psalms are written today. Some chapters are up and some are down. Some exalt how great God is. Some are really sad, and almost lament the struggle of living, and trying to live up to God. It seems this mood can swing from chapter to chapter. Then I read 93 this morning. It talk about the seas and how rough the water is. Maybe there is a deeper meaning there than I am picking up on, but it struck me how this is reading like life. It reads like my life. Some days are good, and I'm on fire for God. Some days are bad and I'm struggling. Then, "oh crap!, I forgot to put out the trash this morning". I think the author here, presumable David....is writing these chapters according to how he is doing that day. The things that are catching his attention...but all the while he is constatly relating everything back to God and his relationship with him. Somewhere it's written that David was a man after God's own heart. I can hear that in how this is all written. In all things David sees God. The good, the bad, the tough, the water, the enemies who are trying to destroy him. It all points back to the creator of the universe.
Some pretty important to emulate.
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wow, really a great take today. nice job.
ReplyDeleteI miss our times together at your parents. I miss the morning cup of coffee just looking over the lake by myself. Its some of those moments that I really pause and feel God's greatness. I'm sure there are opportunities everyday but just seeing the beauty of something like the lake captures my attention.
3 The seas have lifted up, Lord,
the seas have lifted up their voice;
the seas have lifted up their pounding waves.
reading about the seas made me think about your parents place and our vacations at the ocean. Whenever I'm at the ocean and the waves are crashing in over and over it just captures my attention. Today right this second the waves are coming in on the beach over and over just as they have since he set them in motion at the beginning of our time. no real take here other than my awe of his creation.
knut