LORD, Thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever Thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, Thou art God.
Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return ye children of men.
For a thousand years in Thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.
Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up.
In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut sown, and withereth.
For we are consumed by Thine anger, and by Thy wrath are we troubled.
Thou hast set our iniquities before Thee, our secret sins in the light of Thy countenance.
For all our days are passed away in Thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
The days of our years are threescore and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
Who knoweth the power of Thineanger? even according to Thy fear, so is Thy wrath.
So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
Return, O LORD, how long? and let it repent Thee concerning Thy servants.
O satisfy us early with Thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
Make us glad according to the days wherein Thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil.
Let Thy work appear unto Thy servants, and Thy glory unto their children.
And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us: and establish Thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish Thou it.
My Bible titles this psalm “God Man’s Refuge In All Ages.” We all need to be reminded of this in these troubled times. God is our refuge and God is our strength. He is with us in this situation. Let us not take our eyes off Him.
Today I finish my sixty-ninth year on this earth and begin the journey through the seventieth year. I have been thinking of the words in the tenth verse: The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off and we fly away.
So as I approach this birthday I thought of all God has blessed me with. I thought of what I have done with those blessings. I thought also of wasted opportunities; things I should have done and did not; things I should not have done and did anyway. I thought of words I neglected to say and words I should have let remain unspoken. I thought of time wasted on things that really did not matter while I neglected the tasks God had for me to do.
I am so glad that God is patient with me – always!
I will spend every day He leaves me here on this earth serving Him. At this moment I have no idea what that will look like since God has uprooted me once again. But that is a story for another post.
I am thankful this day for sixty-nine years, for blessings beyond measure, and for His mercy and His grace. Thank You, God.
LORD, I may not understand but I trust YOU. I trust in YOUR plan.
I will keep my eyes on YOU and trust You to work out the details.
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I enjoyed your words this evening.
Happy Birthday in the Morning may your day be blessed and filled with joy.