After a lengthy hiatus, I am drawn back into the Book of Psalms, to mediate and to pray my way through this rich heritage. I am especially pulled by the psalms which speak of streams and rivers. This imagery is something I would like to explore this summer. How fitting to begin with Psalm 1.
“Blessed is the man [whose] delight is in the law of the LORD,
and on his law he meditates day and night.
He is like a tree planted by streams of water,
which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither.
Whatever he does prospers.”
Your law is life, a living stream which feeds the roots of my spirit. It is no dusty rulebook, but the sap of my soul.
Let not my wandering feet stray to the path of the wicked, but plant me in the way of righteousness.
Show me the difference between merely sitting and living rooted. I do not want to be chaff when the wind arises. I want to be firm, my foundation stretching into the fertile soil of your riverside. On the banks of the living word, I will rise and yield my fruit.