The psalmist starts
the psalm and ends the psalm with the same words, “Bless [thou] the LORD, O my soul.”
The psalmist is
thanking God for His creation. In verses
one through four, we see days one and two of Creation while in verses five
through nine, we have day three. In
verses ten through eighteen we see days four and five. Then in verses nineteen through thirty we
have day six, and in verses thirty-one through thirty-five we have day seven.
The point being that
even in the day-to-day events of life, we have so much to be thankful for that
we really take for granted.
There is an
imaginative story of that morning when the sun did not rise. Six o’clock came and there was no sign of
dawn. At seven o’clock there was still
no ray of light. At noon it was as black
as midnight and no bird sang. There was
only the hoot of the owl and the swoop of the bat. Then came the black hours of the black
afternoon. No one slept that night. Some wept, some wrung their hands in
anguish. Every church was thronged to
its doors with people upon their knees.
Thus they remained the whole night through; then millions of eager,
tear-wet faces were turned toward the east.
When the sky began to grow red and the sun rose once more there was a
shout of great joy. Now millions of lips
said, “Bless the Lord, O my soul.” Why
were these people so thankful? Just
because the sun rose after one day of darkness.
The very constancy of God’s blessings sometimes seems to kill our
gratitude. Whereas the wonderful thing
about the mercies of God is that they are fresh every morning and new every
morning.
What to do:
✞ Ask God to guide you through His Word and help you to be Biblically correct.
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