Oh Lord, in the morning

During my younger years, my parents had a cassette tape of the songs of Psalms. I can’t tell you how many mornings I awoke to that music–how many times it carried me though the afternoon. Of course, being the eve of teenage angst I thought the songs terribly old fashioned–all except one; I always loved Psalm 5:

Give ear to my words, oh Lord,

Consider my meditation.

Hearken unto the voice of my cry,

my King, and my God:

for unto thee will I pray.

My voice shalt thou hear in the morning.

Oh Lord, in the morning,

will I direct my prayer unto thee,

and will look up.

Even then, I thought the song beautiful. Today, I like it for it’s reverence: I know I’m not worthy, but please hear my plea; I like it for it’s doggedness:  I just want you to know, come what may, I’m going to be here, every morning, on your doorstep...

No wonder David was king.

I imagine our lives would be a bit more regal–certainly more peaceful–if we but followed his example.

With that, I wish you a weekend kissed with blessing. And no matter what swirls about you–good, bad or otherwise–may you choose to start each day, looking up …

A good weekend to you, my friends!