Lead me to the rock that is higher than I

I soak in the psalms this sweet Sunday morning, overcast outside and resting in the fact that I have little to do and few places to be today, I think of how deeply they praise the Lord. I think of how true psalms are. I think of my weakness. My desire to have “more to do” than this. Just because I want to know I am worthy. But I am worthy because of Christ, not because of how my day plays out. On the 7^th day, God rested.

God rested.

God, limitless in every way, chose to rest. Why? For us. For me to rest because I depend on him not myself. The basics of Christianity, yet I keep discovering that it is the most basic things that my soul utterly rejects. Yes, God rested but I still need to have filled day. Because maybe I am just a little bit against this idea of complete dependence on God. Or entirely against it, even though I proclaim I am for it.

This I know that God is for me.

Psalm 56 says.

What do we make of that? How often do I think of that. How often to I dwell in it, taste it, tasting and seeing that the Lord is good. This worship the psalms pour out…I am a worshipper but so rarely is my worship directed to Jesus Christ.

What I found today in these psalms (55-61):

He redeems my soul in safety from the battle that I wage.

He will never permit his righteous to be moved

You HAVE delivered my soul from death, my feet from falling, that I may walk before you in the light of life.

God fulfills his purpose for me.

Lead me to the rock that is higher than I (Jesus Christ.)

Let me dwell in your tent forever.

I want to be with you forever God. I want to be with you more than I want to be out doing things for you. Make this true, I beg you lord. You know my brokenness flips the two to keep me apart from you. Bring me into your tent.