“O satisfy us with thy mercy…”

I love the psalms. I can always find wisdom and comfort when I turn to them in need of help and guidance. At a time when the world seems to be in perpetual chaos, I am reminded of the words I found so pertinent for true contentment months ago. Psalm 90:14 says “O satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.” There is no greater, more satisfying and wonderful experience than being loved completely. How many times do we fret and desire for that which cannot and will not satisfy instead of looking to the perfect and pure love that was given to us in Christ? The psalmist asks the Lord to satisfy us with His mercy. In recognition of what that mercy grants, remaining focused on the unfailing love and grace that has been given, surely that and that alone can satisfy so that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.

So often I look to the abundant blessings the Lord has so richly poured out on my life, and I am in awe of so great a love, so undeserving as I am, that He gives even beyond the work He did on the cross. Not only did He redeem my soul, He also has provided every moment of every day. He has given my head a soft place to lay every night. He has filled my belly with food all my days. He has always, always given someone to love me and to care. Never have I been without what I needed. That is not to say I have never suffered because I have. Nor can I say that I have always kept my eyes on Him, for I have not. But even in the moments of my greatest failures and sin, He continued to look upon me with mercy, the mercy that is able to satisfy me and make me rejoice and be glad.

So often I think of my struggles, the many times I looked away from the cross, the times I went my own way instead of His. How sorry I am now. How patient He has proved to be! If only I can touch someone else’s heart to help them see that He alone is the answer to their longing; that He alone is sufficient for our every need, then I will know I’ve loved as He wills for me to.

So often pride keeps us quiet,not wanting others to know just how weak we truly are. Yet it is in our weakness that His strength is made perfect. We are also admonished in scripture not to think too highly of ourselves. If we are to live for the One who created us, for His honor and for His glory and His alone, then pride can be laid aside and vanity will find no place in our hearts. How difficult this is; impossible apart from the work of the Holy Spirit that resides in us and whispers truth to us in times of trials, leading and guiding us in the way of the Savior. Only when we walk in the Spirit and not the flesh are we able to be satisfied and rejoice, because in our flesh we wish and want and pine even when there is plenty on every side. I know all too well from the many times I’ve taken my eyes off Jesus and found myself in discontent only to return to peace when I lift my eyes again to the One who came “to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound.” Isaiah 61:1

Have you ever been held captive by an insatiable appetite for things, for relationships, for food? Sadly and shamefully, I have, and although I know better I still find myself there from time to time as if being drawn by an ocean current and tossed on the waves. I remain there until I hear that small still voice saying “come back to me and I will give you rest.” Then I return to Him in prayer or in praise or in some sweet time in His Word where I find an anchor that will never fail to hold. “Be still and know that [He] is God” Psalm 46:10, the only One who can satisfy a longing soul.

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