It’s Thursday, May 2, and I woke up this morning in the hotel that is still under reconstruction, traffic whizzing by on Highway 99. I poured a cup of coffee, opened my computer and then stared at the screen. I opened my Bible to a chapter I had finished reading on the way down and stared at it for a while also. I looked up one of the verses in my Greek Lexicon and stared at the words. My mind is a complete blank.
I had thought to study and write a bit before we head off for a busy day…Grandparent’s Day at school for our youngest grandson, early release and then to Boomers for some fun, and then to his older brother’s baseball game.
But I have to say, “I got nothing” this morning, except the remnants of a cold, swollen fingers, and a high blood glucose reading (even though I only had a protein bar last night for dinner). I guess there are some days like that, when it seems that you just have “nothing;” days when weariness stakes a claim on you.
The past month was very busy. A trip to California, the holy season, and now another trip to California. I am not ashamed to admit that I am weary. In my weariness this morning, I am reminded of one of my favorite psalms. Psalm 62 begins, “Truly my soul silently waits for God; From Him comes my salvation. He only is my rock and my salvation; He is my defense; I shall not be greatly moved.” [vs1-2, NKJV]
I like the way the NIV translates those first two verses. “My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.”
My soul, today, needs to wait on God and find its rest in Him alone.
