One thing I’ve learned through this blog is that some days words just don’t cut it. Sure, I’ve made it 284 days of writing, but sometimes my words are weak and anemic, barely able to stumble onto the page, surely not strong enough to help anyone.
And some days, words simply fail us. They are mislaid, misunderstood, or just plain miserable.
On days like that, I run to the Psalms. Poets and songwriters sometimes can say the things that our own hearts can’t quite make out on their own. And I’m so thankful that scripture includes that kind of healing balm for our hearts.
So, on this day when my own words seem translucent and floppy, I offer the words of Psalm 121, one of my favorites.
I lift up my eyes to the hills —
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
The Maker of Heaven and Earth.
He will not let your foot slip–
He who watches over you will not slumber,
Indeed He who watches over Israel (and us)
Will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you–
The Lord is your shade at your right hand,
The sun will not harm you by day,
Nor the moon at night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm —
He will watch over your life;
The Lord will watch over your coming and going
Both now and forevermore.