Soul Food


Psalm 73

Surely God is good to Israel,
   to those who are pure in heart.

But as for me, my feet had almost slipped;
   I had nearly lost my foothold.
 For I envied the arrogant
   when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.

 They have no struggles;
   their bodies are healthy and strong. 
 They are free from common human burdens;
   they are not plagued by human ills.
Therefore pride is their necklace;
   they clothe themselves with violence.
 From their callous hearts comes iniquity;
   their evil imaginations have no limits.
 They scoff, and speak with malice;
   with arrogance they threaten oppression.
 Their mouths lay claim to heaven,
   and their tongues take possession of the earth.
Therefore their people turn to them
   and drink up waters in abundance. 
 They say, “How would God know?
   Does the Most High know anything?”

This is what the wicked are like—
   always free of care, they go on amassing wealth.

Surely in vain I have kept my heart pure
   and have washed my hands in innocence.
All day long I have been afflicted,
   and every morning brings new punishments.

If I had spoken out like that,
   I would have betrayed your children.
When I tried to understand all this,
   it troubled me deeply
 till I entered the sanctuary of God;
   then I understood their final destiny.

 Surely you place them on slippery ground;
   you cast them down to ruin.
How suddenly are they destroyed,
   completely swept away by terrors!
 They are like a dream when one awakes;
   when you arise, Lord,
   you will despise them as fantasies.

When my heart was grieved
   and my spirit embittered,
I was senseless and ignorant;
   I was a brute beast before you.

 Yet I am always with you;
   you hold me by my right hand.
You guide me with your counsel,
   and afterward you will take me into glory.
Whom have I in heaven but you?
   And earth has nothing I desire besides you.
 My flesh and my heart may fail,
   but God is the strength of my heart
   and my portion forever.

Those who are far from you will perish;
   you destroy all who are unfaithful to you.
But as for me, it is good to be near God. 
   I have made the Sovereign LORD my refuge;
   I will tell of all your deeds.

Often I get so caught up in a life of self-pity and “woe is me” thinking and I forget that I have not been faithful to enter into the presence of the LORD.  I am often tempted to become distracted in by life’s seemingly unfair circumstances.

Most recently for me this thinking was the result of even more damage to my car, and through my car, damage to my independence.  Over the last semester I received my first parking ticket, was in an accident, and had my car towed.  This semester proved no better.  My car is currently dead in the parking lot with some mechanical problem.

Just yesterday I noticed a flat tire.

I have been sorely tempted to be bitter about the situation.  Even being so arrogant as to cry out to the LORD that I had planned to use my car in ministry! Incredible that I really thought the LORD’s ministry would be effected by one Christian girl without a car.  How laughable is that?

Looking back I see how many opportunities I was given to trust the LORD this year.  A few days ago I began to pray out of a trusting heart that my car would be fixed in time for me to go home for the summer.

That night my Dad called to let me know a friend of his would be coming this week to fix my car.

True story.


About Bethany

I'm a small town girl going to school in the twin cities. This little blog is mostly just a space for me to ramble and to catalogue my findings and current obsessions.
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