It's a Psalm;)

I was searching through my Bible last night, literally looking for the right scripture to read. And it sounds funny to say, but I "stumbled" upon this Psalm. Psalm 62. I've never read it before, but it expressed literally everything I'm feeling, and spoke the words into me that my soul needed for encouragement. Our God is so great, so sincere, and so trustworthy. One of my favorite lines is verse 8, "Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge." YES PLEASE. I pictured myself taking this and applying it to my life in real, tangible ways, whether it be getting in the car and just saying "Jesus...." and just spitting out my feelings, pouring out my heart. That's part of the reason why he died! So that I could climb into my car after horrible days and just vent to Him, because I know that he's got me.

Here is David's art song, Psalm 62:

Truly my soul finds rest in God;
my salvation comes from him.
Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.

How long will you assault me?
Would all of you throw me down—
this leaning wall, this tottering fence?
Surely they intend to topple me
from my lofty place;
they take delight in lies.
With their mouths they bless,
but in their hearts they curse.[b]

Yes, my soul, find rest in God;
my hope comes from him.
Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God[c];
he is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust in him at all times, you people;
pour out your hearts to him,
for God is our refuge.

Surely the lowborn are but a breath,
the highborn are but a lie.
If weighed on a balance, they are nothing;
together they are only a breath.
Do not trust in extortion
or put vain hope in stolen goods;
though your riches increase,
do not set your heart on them.

One thing God has spoken,
two things I have heard:
“Power belongs to you, God,
and with you, Lord, is unfailing love”;
and, “You reward everyone
according to what they have done.”

Oh and by the way, day 5 of this crazy thing, and I'm sick of it. A picture of a favorite memory...my oldest cousin Ben came to Chicago with his wife Janet. They came and stole me for a day and we went to the city. My favorite place in the world nonetheless. Ben and I had a little heart to heart in front of the Lincoln Statue:)