Psalm 121- another psalm with promise

Psalm 121

A song of ascents.

1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
   where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
   the Maker of heaven and earth.

3 He will not let your foot slip—
   he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
   will neither slumber nor sleep.

5 The LORD watches over you—
   the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
   nor the moon by night.

7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
   he will watch over your life;
8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going 
   both now and forevermore.

I go to the psalms when I need comfort.  When sleep eludes

me and the night is long and dark.

I go to the psalms when I am hungry for the presence of

the Lord.  When I need reassurance of His loving care.

I go to the psalms when I am confronted with the evil around

me and the evil that I often harbor inside me, as well.

I go to the psalms to find words of worship and praise- so that

the fullness of my soul may be given voice.

I go to the psalms when I am caught in a web of despair.

I go to find the Author and Answer of hope.

I go to the psalms- because therein are the words and the

Truth of our God displayed to fill the yearning of my heart.

The promise within the psalms are real.  They will be and have

been kept.  But they are not always for each individual to claim.

The promises in this psalm are meant for the nation of Israel-

God’s servant.  Israel- the bride He sought to make His own.

There is a study to go with this statement that follows the path

from the mountain with Abraham- to the altar of Jacob in Peniel

and on into the hills of Canaan.  It encompasses the battles on the

plains and the ascension onto God’s holy hill.

But that is for next week….

Looking into the face of WINTER-


Looking out my kitchen window,

the view is rather drear.

The sparkle of my bottles and glasses and lavender

helps make the scene cozier and dear.

But , no. 

Winter has more than one expression


Soft snow has melted into any icier declension.

013There is ice caked on my sidewalk.


Ice is coating all the trees.


Ice is running down the windows.



And has covered all the streets.

So I sit inside my ice cube-


Slippered  feet up, cheerful fire crackling on the grate,

and sip chai tea and nibble on cookies-


The world is frozen-

chores can wait.