An oldie but a goodie, this psalm is believed to have been written by Moses. Moses! That’s a long time ago, guys. That’s a long time to have preserved these words so that we could read them today. Amazing. History is amazing! Now, I can’t even concentrate on the words of this psalm because I’m thinking about how crazy life is and how it just goes on and on and on and on and on. And just like Moses says, sometimes it feels like, “In the morning it blooms, but by evening it is dry and withered.” I don’t really like to think of myself as dry and withered, but in all honestly, that’s what this body is becoming. The great part, though, is how beautiful it all can be. Think about what a great day in the sun that grass enjoys before it shrinks away. Dew in the morning (hopefully), sweet sunshine just before noon. Then the heat, ohhhhhhh, the heat. It’s brutal. Then the evening breezes come, and finally, sunset and a night sky filled with stars. What more could you want after that, except for maybe one more day?
Sum it up:
You’re not just God, Lord,
You are our home,
Our beginning before our beginning,
Our beginning after our ending.
You take us however we are,
And give us life to enjoy how we want.
Let us spend it wisely,
And give us grace when we don’t.
Writing prompt: a day in the life
Write about something that only has one day or a few days to enjoy life. Write about what a typical day might be like for that something.