The raindrops outside remind me of my own thoughts. Large ones, small ones, significant, insignificant, spattering the ground, losing themselves in puddles, then streams. Some stick to the window. Others slip away. Still, the deluge persists. But in the midst of the cold downpour, I find hope and I find peace in the sovereign power and steadfast goodness of God.
Oh, if I could read the Psalms all day, I would.
Psalm 121
A song of ascents.
1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
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