Psalm 90 says this: Lord, through all the generations you have been our home. Before the mountains were born, before you gave birth to the earth and the world, from beginning to end, you are God. …For you, a thousand years are as a passing day, as brief as a few night hours. You sweep people away like dreams that disappear. They are like grass that springs up in the morning. In the morning it blooms and flourishes, but by evening it is dry and withered.
We are, it seems to me, such fragile creatures. We are unsettled when things don’t go our way, and things don’t go our way often. But God has always been, is now and will always be.
He watches us, enjoys us, is unbelievably attracted to us. He is our God.
He is our love. He is our Master and our guide.
The Bible tells us it is good to give thanks to the Lord. When the joints sing a mournful song, and the bank account wails along and things simply aren’t going that well, it is difficult to do that praise thing sometimes.
But always, before the mountains were born, He was God.
Today as the sun rises in the east and the humidity blossoms like a summer flower, give thanks to our God.
Thank him for good and for challenge. Thank him for the fruits of labor and the labor of fruit. Thank him for giving and for taking. Thank him.
Through all the generations of your family, He has been our home.
He is our God. What more need be?
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