You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand (Psalm 16:11).
You know where you’re going.
You know who awaits you.
What more do you need?
Isn’t it good to be beloved, Beloved?
I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. (Psalm 16:7).
Reason #4,398 to be glad I’m not God: I take naps.
And when I’m napping, I am not thinking about you.
Not trying to hurt your feelings here, but it is what it is.
So, if you need my advice, such as it is, and I happen to be napping, you’re out of luck my friend.
If it’s night, and I’m actually sleeping—forget about it.
God doesn’t nap, you know. He is there for you, his Beloved, every day and all the time. So at 3am, when your heart finally quiets down enough to hear him, he’s there.
Speaking softly.
Listening intently.
Loving completely.
Happy Thursday, Beloved.
Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance (Psalm 16:5-6).
You know, there’s this thing about an inheritance—you don’t earn it.
Oh, maybe you’re thinking about all the holidays you’ve driven 100 miles just to eat petrified turkey with your freak show of a family and you’re saying to yourself, “You bet I’m earning it. Every dime!”
But you aren’t, really.
An inheritance is a gift you get that was earned by another. If you earned it, it would be wages.
When it comes to dealing with God, you don’t want your wages, trust me.
You want the gift.
The Psalmist understood this, and he was totally cool with it. He didn’t stake his claim; he didn’t demand his rights. He rested in the provision of God and trusted in the One who knew him best and loved him most.
So how about it, Beloved? Are you content with the boundary lines that God has laid down for you? Do you trust him enough to let enough be enough?
Surely you have a delightful inheritance.
I said to the Lord, “You are my Lord; apart from you I have no good thing.” (Psalm16:2)
My family is out of town. It’s just me and the dog. And things are…different. It’s not so much that I’m doing different things—I still eat, sleep, go to work, wash the occasional dish. It’s that, without my family here, it all seems rather…blah. The people for whom I do these things aren’t here, so my actions feel a little meaningless, a little empty.
It’s kinda like that in this verse. Apart from God, I would still have things. I would still do things. I would still be things. But those things would be devoid of meaning.
They would be robbed of their goodness.
With God at the center, all things work together for good (Romans 8:28, if you’re wondering). Without him at the center, why bother? Whatever I do, or think, or feel…it’s not going to be good. Because he is what makes it good. In him I live and move and have my being (Acts 17:28).
So, without him, bupkis. With him…Woohooo!
Whadday say, Beloved? Shall we make today a Woohoo kinda day?