Today at morning prayer a couple of things caught my attention in the psalms. The first thing was this line:
By day you hand down your steadfast love,
and at night your song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life. (Ps. 42)
The psalmist is telling me God sings a prayer within me, especially at night when
things are supposed to be quieting down. The song is one of praise to the very one
who is the Source of all love and all gifts, the "God of my life."
This gives me another slant on those bits and pieces of music that drift in and out
of my days. Some are bits from my own mind, others are remnants of hymnody
we used at liturgy, while others may be random memories from who knows where.
If I pay attention, any of them could literally be a "note from God". Instead of finding
them annoying, as I do at times (especially if I don't like the song!), next time I'll try
to hear what truth might be hiding behind the words, what insights the melody
might be offering me. Maybe there's a mini-prayer there!
a ky monk
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