“Lord, you have been our dwelling place
in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth,
or ever you had formed the earth and the world,
from everlasting to everlasting you are God.
You return man to dust
and say, ‘Return, O children of man!’
For a thousand years in your sight
are but as yesterday when it is past,
or as a watch in the night…
For all our days pass away under your wrath;
we bring our years to an end like a sigh.
The years of our life are seventy,
or even by reason of strength eighty;
yet their span is but toil and trouble;
they are soon gone, and we fly away…
So teach us to number our days
that we may get a heart of wisdom…
Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love,
that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,
and for as many years as we have seen evil.
Let your work be shown to your servants,
and your glorious power to their children.
Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us,
and establish the work of our hands upon us;
yes, establish the work of our hands.” Psalm 90:1-4,8,10,12,14-17
The eternal Potentate of time has made us for days and years and generations, and time for us. Before the beginning, He was, yet this everlasting Sovereign visits us in our mornings with His personal and steadfast love. Our years are limited and fraught with toil, yet His eternity spans beyond our age to undergird and give broad vision to our daily. We dwell in Him, both bound by and beyond time.
With pressing responsibilities and peppered disruptions, it is normal to forget God’s infinite perspective and purposes. We hanker and haw, stressed by pressure and grind, and fail to see that our Master works by a different clock. But when we begin our mornings in His love, reminded of and refreshed by His sacrifice at Calvary and the life it bestows, the work of our hands takes on new meaning. Days become a collection of moments meant for His glory and glorious good. Godly perspective compels us to grow in wisdom and gladness. Rather than being fraught with fretting, we delight in His favor.
How go our mornings? Do we rush into frenzied days with thought only for what to do? Or will we take time to meditate on the Holy One who is from everlasting to everlasting? Will we bring before Him our nascent faith and ideas and energy and ask for a heart of wisdom to nurture and apply them with eternal vision?
This day, how will we invest the moments He’s given, putting mind to love and hand to work that glorifies God? What relationships and industry are the Lord establishing through me for His kingdom and renown? How will His work inspire mine?
“Crown him the Lord of years,
the potentate of time,
creator of the rolling spheres,
ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
for thou hast died for me;
thy praise shall never, never fail
throughout eternity.” ~Matthew Bridges (1851)
Lord, may my mornings, days, and life bring You eternal praise.
As the rain and snow 