Today, I am taxed (overtaxed). Between a sick child, trying to get things up and running at church, seasonal allergies and fatigue, I am at the end of my rope. Yet, I will remember that God is still and always good, He is still and always on the throne, and He is still and always ruling all things. I do not need to be afraid, nor give in to my weariness. I just need to stay focused on His might and majesty, for, as Paul said “When I am weakest, I am strong.” This only comes when I know the source of all my strength, which is in God alone, and not myself.
Psalm 92 (A Song for the Sabbath)
It is good to give thanks to the LORD, to sing praises to your name, O Most High; to declare your steadfast love in the morning, and your faithfulness by night, to the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre. For you, O LORD, have made me glad by your work; at the works of your hands I sing for joy.
How great are your works, O LORD! Your thoughts are very deep! The stupid man cannot know; the fool cannot understand this: that though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction forever; but you, O LORD, are on high forever. For behold, your enemies, O LORD, for behold, your enemies shall perish; all evildoers shall be scattered.
But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox; you have poured over me fresh oil. My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies; my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants.
The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. They are planted in the house of the LORD; they flourish in the courts of our God. They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green, to declare that the LORD is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.