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Psalm 128 (2:20)

by Jason Silver (played 8 times)

 

Life on this mudball; this round-rock hurling through space at mind-blowing speeds; can seem pointless at times. We are specs in the vastness of space, like tiny mites, we live our lives, grow, love, reproduce, and die.
We strive to know the creator, to imagine what power there could be that at a word would speak everything into existence. It's beyond comprehension. And yet the idea is so simple that it has become a mockery to many.

I find the simplicity of this Psalm so beautiful. The blessings of God are reassuringly practical. To eat by the produce of the work of my hands, to enjoy a loving wife, to watch my beautiful children-- what more could one ask for?

Let's fear God (a holy respect), and walk in his ways.

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