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!