Clinging

Take a look with me at Psalm 63 for a moment. Here we have a picture of faith, hearing what God says and believing it. And hanging on to it.

O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary, beholding your power and glory.

Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you. So I will bless you as long as I live; in your name I will lift up my hands.

My soul will be satisfied as with fat and rich food, and my mouth will praise you with joyful lips, when I remember you upon my bed, and meditate on you in the watches of the night; for you have been my help, and in the shadow of your wings I will sing for joy.

My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.(Psalm 63:1-8 ESV)

When life if hard, as it often is, I can be, I will be satisfied in God, and I will praise Him with joyful lips. Not because I am strong and smart and able, but because He is. Notice that my soul clings, but His strong right hand upholds me. Picture that: my weak and willy-nilly soul clinging, while His strong arm hangs on to me. It is He who does the work. I merely cling. No wonder I am satisfied in Him.

This night, as you wrestle with the hard things of life, remember Him upon your bed. Meditate on Him. Be joyful in the shadow of His wings. Oh praise God for those warm, welcoming, powerful wings!