Psalm 62. A Leaning Wall.
In todayamprsquos psalm, David calls God his salvation four times, his rock three times, his fortress twice and his refuge once.
Twice he says he wonamprsquot be shaken even though he compares himself to ampldquoa leaning wall, a tottering fenceamprdquo (3).
Once he says ampldquomy soul finds rest in Godamprdquo (1) and then later commands his soul, ampldquofind rest in Godamprdquo (5).
I feel like a tottering fence, still suffering with a cold that has gone on for weeks, and instead of saying I find my rest in God, I, like David, am encouraging my tottering spirit to ampldquofind rest in Godamprdquo.
When my sorely pressed spirit once again can say, I find my rest in God and God is my salvation, rock, fortress and refuge, then I know I am through this short time of small trial. But right now, I need to support my spirit, which is like a leaning wall and a tottering fence threatening to fall.
But I wonamprsquot fall because I am resting in the Lord, and he has the power (11) not me. My wife calls me ampldquobabyamprdquo as she hands me my medicine.
A baby has no physical power and right now neither do I. Sheamprsquos merely telling me what I already know.
I wonamprsquot fall down because of Godamprsquos ampldquounfailing loveamprdquo. My own sin of turning away from Godamprsquos word undermined my foundation.
Walls lean because their foundations are not deep enough or strong enough. I had a foundation in the Lord but I found it wasnamprsquot deep enough.
Walls lean because their bricks or stones have not been placed on one another straight.
Their plumb line is off-centre. Thatamprsquos me. I didnamprsquot keep measuring the stones I raised, didnamprsquot align them truly.
I looked hastily at the daily Word and went my way without reflection, not noticing my wall was already leaning.
Godamprsquos love showed me my spiritual state of affairs and with my body chastized and my spirit needing encouragement, he brought me back to him with love. My soul rests in God, my salvation, my rock, my fortress and my refuge.
Application: Share my story with my daughter.
Lord, let me not topple over because of my crooked sin and failure to root myself in your word. Love me with your unfailing love, I pray.
