I am not the first person to find the Psalms to be a source of survival.
Recently I came to these pages and brought a shriveled up soul, worn and parched. I am known in my family for a sometimes annoyingly optimistic outlook, an even keel. These resources had deserted me.
I simply read, beginning with Chapter One.
. . . .Like a tree planted by the rivers . . . whose leaf shall not wither . . . the Lord knows the way of the righteous . . .Blessed are all those who put their trust in Him . . . You, O Lord, are a shield for me . . . Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak . . .The Lord has heard . . . I have trusted in Your mercy . . . Goodness and mercy shall follow me . . .
The mercy there has fed my soul. So far am I from having to perform in order to receive what I need. So far am I from having to be strong. I simply come with a great need.
This is my God, and in the Psalms He speaks to neediness.
Isn’t that the gospel?
