Sometimes a patch of wild flowers waving in the breeze is a thing of beauty, and we can't help appreciating and enjoying it. Other times, or to different eyes, it's just a vacant lot that needs mowed.
Sometimes listening to Mozart, or Wagner, or Liszt is salve for the soul. The strings form a chord that is in perfect harmony with the music of our mind and we can't help closing our eyes and hearing it from deep within. Other times, or to other ears, it's just old, boring music with no words.
Sometimes the words of scripture are archaic, dry, lifeless words that say little more to us than random ink spots on a page. Other times, or to other eyes, the print becomes the very voice of our God and speaks to us directly, and plainly, and clearly. Sometimes that still small voice we long to hear whispers the words on the pages straight into our ears, and the words flow deep into the heart of our being, take root there, and become a lasting part of us, eternal truth for our eternal soul.
Such, today, are the words written by David in Psalm 116:
vs. 5 The Lord is gracious and righteous
Our God is full of compassion.
vs. 6 The Lord protects the simplehearted.
When I was in great need, He saved me.
vs. 7 Be at rest again, O my soul,
For the Lord has been good to you.
