This is not the title for the final post of a colonoscopy trilogy. However, my written lab report arrived stating, “No further tests needed.” Gloucester appears to be celebrating with me by flushing hydrants all over town.
Easy to say, “Life is good” when the lab report delivers best possible news. But when it doesn’t, then what? Maybe that’s why the Psalms reach deep and wide. The Psalmist isn’t the only one who needs a talking to, like Psalm 103:1 (NLT) when David writes,”Praise the Lord, I tell myself.”
Reminds me of a recent talk I had with my granddaughter about writing thank you notes . She responded with, “Well, there’s just so much, I don’t know where to begin.” Maybe that’s why David, like us, needs reminders. We let it pile up until God’s done so much, we don’t know where to begin, compounded by our latest needs and requests of God or someone.
A line from Tina Schuman’s poem, A World of Want, asks; “If I could quiet the conga-line of cravings what lingering longings would I lament?”
Where to begin, at my age?
David continues in Psalm 103: 16 (NLT) ” The wind blows, and we are gone–as though we had never been here.” Yet, David ends praising God with the rest of creation.(v.22)
Someday, when I’m blowing in the wind, I hope I’ve left behind more than a clean lab report. Somewhere I pray a song of praise to God lingers for this blessed life, with gratitude to all who made the journey possible, endurable and so often enjoyable.
“Praise the Savior, ye who know Him!
Who can tell how much we owe Him?
Gladly let us render to Him all we are and have.” Thomas Kelly (1806)
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