I Am Too Wasted

To Eat My Bread

For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace. My heart is stricken and withered like grass; I am too wasted to eat my bread. Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my skin. I am like an owl of the wilderness, like a little owl of the waste places. I lie awake; I am like a lonely bird on the housetop. All day long my enemies taunt me; those who deride me use my name for a curse. For I eat ashes like bread, and mingle tears with my drink, because of your indignation and anger; for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside. My days are like an evening shadow; I wither away like grass. But you, O LORD, are enthroned forever; your name endures to all generations.

Psalm 102:3-12

The Bible uses vivid imagery to express the shortness of our life on earth. When a friend of our dies, we think of the immediate. We are here, they are there. However, in the blink of an eye, we are there too. The earth may come and go, as our lives on earth come and go, but our eternal relationship with our Father, through Jesus our Savior, is eternal. Whenever we are troubled by the shortness of life and the impermanence of everything in this world, remember the Maker of the mountains. He has always been and always will be. That hope will inspire us with hope. If by faith we belong to Jesus Christ the Savior, who is from everlasting to everlasting, we will one day rejoice in heaven in unending praise to Him. To see God’s hand in everything makes life a great adventure.

Our Daily Bread – December 9, 2006