Psalm 78:32 - 39
In spite of all this (the miracles the Israelites witnessed in the desert), they kept on sinning; in spite of his wonders, they did not believe.
So he ended their days in futility and their years in terror.
Whenever God slew them, they would seek him; they eagerly turned to him again.
They remembered that God was their Rock, that God Most High was their Redeemer.
But then they would flatter him with their mouths, lying to him with their tongues; their hearts were not loyal to him. They were not faithful to his covenant.
Yet he was merciful; he forgave their iniquities and did not destroy them. Time after time he restrained his anger and did not stir up his full wrath.
He remembered that they were but flesh, a passing breeze that does not return.
This is what I read in my quiet time this morning. How often I do not believe in his miracles even when I witness them time and time again. How often I doubt God's ability to deliver me or other people from the muck and the myre that we so often find ourselves in, usually due to our own decisions. So, God undoubtedly and relentlessly gets my attention and I go running to him. I cry out to him. In my weakness I beg him to change the circumstances, I get mad because he isn't doing it... Then I remember that he is my Rock and my Redeemer. He's the reason that I sing. He's my Strong Tower, my Deliverer, my Shield, my Strength, He's my God. Yet, again, I walk away from him little by little. I get complacent. I get comfortable. I forget who he is and what he's done. I see my circumstances. I'm blinded by my wants and desires. Yet he is merciful. He holds his wrath from me. He restrains his anger and remembers that I am but a passing breeze, a vapor in the wind.
Lord, may I glorify you during my short time on this earth. May I praise you and worship you and know you for who you are. May I remember the miracles I've seen you give, may I bring honor to you in all I do. Let me not to see my circumstances from underneath the tapestry, where everything looks like a big mess, but from above the tapestry where every string, every knot, every loop makes a beautifully woven piece of art. You are my Rock and my Redeemer.