psalm 39


It’s been a while since anything I’ve read has inspired me.  I’ve not read the Bible or truly thought about it in months.  It’s nothing against God.  I’ve just been overwhelmed with all the God talk lately.  Everyone has something to say about God or what He’s like or what the rest of us ought to be like with God in mind.  I’m not against any of this, just tired from it, I guess.  I sometimes feel like God gets talked about for the wrong reasons.  All the different voices have a tendency lately, at least for me, to cancel each other out.

I forced myself to read a Psalm.  Not a book. Not my phone.  Not Twitter.  A psalm.

I said, “I will guard my ways,
that I may not sin with my tongue;
I will guard my mouth with a muzzle,
so long as the wicked are in my presence.”

I was mute and silent;
I held my peace to no avail,
and my distress grew worse.

My heart became hot within me
As I mused, the fire burned;
then I spoke with my tongue;

“O LORD , make me know my end
and what is the measure of my days…

I never got past that line.  My eyes jumped down and were caught by a footnote on the measure of my days:

“about the intimacy of God’s attention to us”

The intimacy of God’s attention to us…

This is the God I know and love.

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