Psalm 47-49

It’s been interesting to read a little medley of the psalms each day. I like to see how they connect, whether or not they do or are intended to.

I loved chapter 47 and my heart skipped a beat at the sentence “the rulers of the world have gathered together with the people of the God of Abraham. For all the kings of the earth belong to God. He is highly honored everywhere.” Oh, how I want that to be true.

Yesterday my husband told me he needs help this next week. More specifically, grace. We have a very busy schedule, he has a ton going on at work and we have quite a few family commitments going on. Later, singing along to a worship song, I realized how healthy it would be to do that in my relationship with God a little more. Ask for grace when I know I need it. The lyrics of the song that I’ve had stuck in my head is “anchor of my soul, don’t let me drift away. Jesus, I will stay with you.” 

But sometimes I don’t, and I do indeed drift. Selfish swells in my heart and I tend to my own selfish desires over my need to draw near to God.

Does the last paragraph in 49 convict you? Take a minute to take inventory of what you’re pursuing, protecting and prioritizing most in this life. Lest we forget that we will return to the ground and become dust.

There is no condemnation or shame for asking God for his help in your relationship with him. It’s healthy, it’s humble and it’s normal. We are not perfect companions, and we are not expected to be. Read chapter 47 again with a grateful heart and take God up on his promise to offer us new mercies every morning (Lamentations 3:22).

 

-Carly

 

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