It is a HUGE book in the Bible. It has both praise, and prayer. It shows the loss and the gain. It shows the trials and the blessings. It asks for and gives thanks. It remains one of the most powerful, comforting books of the Bible. It is a refuge for me when I am under attack, or filled with sorrow. It is my lifeline when circumstances are beyond my grasp. I can be drowning, and it will be there to grab hold of my hand and lift me out of the deep end. I can be in a battle for truth, and it will be my strength. There is no strength in me. I am weak. I put myself out there, because I yearn to trust. I yearn to find one to trust. I give, and get my hopes up because I know I have seen things that WERE there. And my beliefs and dreams get shattered like a delicate thin glass figurine. So I go to the Psalms, and I read about 10 or 20 short chapters. Life's mysteries begin to unfold before my eyes.
And I don't need a thing. I am placed in a vast green pasture. When I am thirsty, I find something to drink. I catch my breath and am led in the right direction. Even when the path leads to Death Valley, I'm not afraid because GOD is by my side. He makes me feel secure there. He offers me up a huge plate of food in front of my enemies. He lifts me up. He fills my cup with EVERY blessing. His beauty and love chase after me every day of my life. In the Psalms, I find myself at home, with GOD.
(portions excerpted with my own translation from Psalms 23.)
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