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.
Today, I go to the funeral of a dear friend. Another loved one is going into hospice. Quite honestly, it doesn’t feel like a good day. I’ve been sick for a week, physically and emotionally. I haven’t been in the Word; I haven’t been out of the house; it’s taken all I’ve had to breathe and take my pills. But this Psalm hits me like a deep breath.
It is a fact.
It is good to give thanks.
And for that reason, for that reason alone, I choose to give thanks — thanks that God is who he is, the Most High. When I have no control over life or my body, He still is the Most High.
Verse 6 says, “The stupid man cannot know…” At times, I am that “stupid man.” I am limited in my perspective. I have no idea of what it means to be “Most High.”
So I cling to truths: “steadfast love in the morning and your faithfulness by night,” the “works of your hands,” the “downfall of enemies.”
As I cling to truths, a smile begins to form. My friend was faithful to the Lord until the end. She lived a life of God’s steadfast love and faithfulness through multiple marriages and betrayals, raising children who loved and rejected her, through work that satisfied and dissatisfied her, even ministry that resonated around the world.
And the loved one entering hospice is on his last great adventure. Amazingly, he’s still alive, a living testimony to so many who don’t know the Lord. He also is an example of God’s steadfast love and faithfulness as he has fought the bravest battle of his life. He still has breath, using it to bless others. I can’t help but smile at the gift God has given to us.
I am a “stupid” man in my limited vision.
But, today, I am becoming a thankful man.
This was written a year ago, but was too raw to post at the time. It still hurts as tears swell as I write. I am still “stupid” in my limited perspective, but I rejoice over having loved. “Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.”