I sometimes catch myself reading through the Psalms with a blase, functional sort of mindset, forgetting that they chronicle with utter transparency the life of a man after God’s own heart. I need to remind myself each time I read Psalms that they were written during times of desperate dependence, terror, fear, ultimate trust in God, worship, sin, sinfulness, laziness, heartache, discipline, victory, betrayal, lust, confrontation. David didn’t just sit around writing songs, hoping that one would be the money-maker that put him on the map. These songs overflowed from his heart, from God’s heart.

Tonight is one of those times when I need to remind myself of the overflow factor. Or rather, the lack of overflow that I’m sensing right now. It’s like I’m one step off from really hearing God, really following Him and really knowing His true joy.

My prayer tonight is that by God’s mercy I’d be able to trust in Him completely, allow Him to direct my paths, that I’d be humble and not anxious, that He’d restore the joy of my salvation and give me peace. I’m not far off. I’m mostly tired. And too busy. And distracted.

I’ve got a few Psalms to read before I go to bed!