My unbelievable inability to stay constant.
It’s a bunch of historical psalms in a row. This is the end of book 4 of psalms… The last I’ll read for a while.
Yesterday’s talked about God’s great deeds. Today’s talks about the people’s faithless response. Or rather, temporarily faithful. They could love God… But only momentarily.
Again and again, in Egypt, during the exodus and in the promised land, they slipped into scorn for God. Tried something new, because Jehovah wasn’t working for them. Diverted from clarity by an urge for gratification either denied or supplied, dangled in front of them.
It’s written from exile, from remorse. They’ve lost the promised land. You can tell because of the anticipation of being gathered in by God, from all nations.
All they have at that point is God’s character. It’s all any of us have. His constancy, his promises.
Vs. our lack of focus, our rapid cycle always back to our own comfort, the grip of our self- obsession, greediness.
We stand or fall on the promises of God.
Remember me, Lord, when I forget myself!