Psalm 90

Friday, August 16, 2013 (6:41 a.m.)

Blessed Father,

May I just say the days are whizzing by?

(7:55 a.m.)

And with that said, I myself went zipping around the computer. Looking at this. Checking that. With my Bible open to Psalm 90:12 the whole time, asking You to “Teach us to number our days and recognize how few they are; help us to spend them as we should.”

Here's something I never knew: “Psalm 90. The only psalm attributed to Moses, this meditates on human frailty (1-12) and on dependency on the Lord (13-17).” (Illustrated Bible Handbook)

And with that said, I have the silliest grin on my face. Taking the time to read the beginning of this psalm, “A prayer of Moses, the man of God” I was getting lost in the poetic descriptions he used. Until verse six and the sounds of a distant lawn mower brought me back to my current surroundings.

“We are like grass that is green in the morning but mowed down and withered before the evening shadows fall”