Praise Habit: Psalm 63

O God, you are my God, I seek you,
my soul thirsts for you;
my flesh faints for you,
as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary,
beholding your power and glory.
Because your steadfast love is better than life,
my lips will praise you.
So I will bless you as long as I live;
I will lift up my hands and call on your name.

My soul is satisfied as with a rich feast,
and my mouth praises you with joyful lips
when I think of you on my bed,
and meditate on you in the watches of the night;
for you have been my help,
and in the shadow of your wings I sing for joy.
My soul clings to you;
your right hand upholds me.

But those who seek to destroy my life
shall go down into the depths of the earth;
they shall be given over to the power of the sword,
they shall be prey for jackals.
But the king shall rejoice in God;
all who swear by him shall exult,
for the mouths of liars will be stopped.

Psalm 63 (NRSV)

I understand every soul has a hunger that table bread does not satisfy and a thirst that wine from a bottle doesn’t quench. There is a hunger for God embedded in us humans.

But this desire must be cultivated. David knew this, so in the wilderness he was driven into he chose to think on God. Doing so, he realizes that his soul is longing for Yahweh, not for the throne, not for security, not even for peace. His heart would only be satisfied by the God whose love is better than life.

I have not cultivated my desire for God in a long time. When life gets busy, falls apart, or even just maintains statuesque, I tell myself to be satisfied. But that’s like telling a desert wanderer that the dust in his mouth is acceptable for and that the salty sweat licked from the lips works for quenching his thirst.

I know the God I truly long for. He is powerful and glorious, and His live really is better than life. So now I cultivate this desire for him: I worship. I bless His name, I lift up my hands and call on the name of Yahweh, and my soul is satisfied as with the richest fair. Joyfully my lips and tongue dance around words of praise!

You (O God, my God!) have been salvation to me. You have hidden me beneath the covering of Your wings. In the quiet I think of you, and from this safe haven I sings songs of joy to you, my God.

I worship You, for you are my justifier, my help, my savior. You are in whom I rejoice.

I cultivate this hunger and thirst for You. My soul clings to you and Your hand keeps me close to you, upheld in your righteousness.

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