Psalm 63:3 – Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you!

Abba,

Oh that the full weight of these words would descend with the heart stopping impact that they should.

Oh that they would be more than mere ink strokes on parchment.  

This is an arsenal verse if I have ever seen one.  

When the enticements of the world come pulling…

When the blessings of the world begin to mound…

When the trials of this world begin to strengthen…

“Your steadfast love is better than life…”

What desirability do the enticements hold when already satisfied with the richness of your love?

What blessings can top the steadfast love of an eternal God?

What trials cannot be weathered with joy and patience when that love is present to me steady in the storm?

Scrawled in the margins of my bible next to this verse are the words, “Cure for self-pity.”

I know not when or why I put those words there, but the truth of them ring out like a bell.  For what do I have to feel sorry when Your love is mine to lay hold of?

For what do I have to pine after that is greater than what I already possess?

For what hope stands greater than entering the physical presence of that steadfast love one day soon in the future?

Your steadfast love, oh my God, is worth more than all the riches of this world; more than all the accomplishments of this flesh; more than all the temporal blessings of this transient life. 

Your steadfast love, oh my King, is more powerful than the despair of the trials of this life; more joyful than this life’s sorrows; more hopeful than the uncertain longings of this present world.  

Now, may the truth and reality of those words nestled into every fiber of my being in order in both blessing and trial, my life flows from the reality of your steadfast love upon me.

Let this be the mantra of my life, the anchor I told, the sharpest weapon in my arsenal.  

“…your steadfast love is better than life…”