From everlasting to everlasting you are God. (Psalm 90)
The Psalms know nothing of my great skill at cramming God into a box.
To read the Psalms and pray them every day — I must confess that I am still developing the discipline to pray them rather than merely read them — is to be reminded of how small I often make God.
A few minutes, Lord, I have for you before getting in the shower, but then my mind is turned away. The dog is whimpering and needs to go out. There are school lunches to pack, showers to take. Did I miss a spot shaving again? Better check e-mail before getting in the car. What was it that I forgot?
And on and on through the day.
Our days may come to seventy years,
or eighty, if our strength endures;
yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow,
for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
I lie down at the end of day. It has been a good day. Many things were done. Many boxes were checked. The week grows shorter, but tomorrow has fewer tasks than today.
Or it was a bad day. It all went wrong. The list got longer. The vultures circled. And yet, even so, it comes to an end. Another day goes down to bed.
You, Lord, remain.
Teach us to number our days,
that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
Teach me to number my days. Teach me to receive each one as a gift. Teach me to make each one a sacrifice to you, Lord. Let me come into your house with praise. Show favor to your servant.
Even when the dog won’t stop whimpering at my feet and the work of the day piles up.
Teach me to see the everlasting God when my eyes are drawn down to the dust.
May the beauty of the Lord our God rest on us;
establish the work of our hands for us—
yes, establish the work of our hands.