Psalm 74:1-2
God, why have you abandoned us forever? Why does your anger smolder at the sheep of your own pasture?
Remember your congregation that you took as your own long ago, that you redeemed to be the tribe of your own possession— remember Mount Zion, where you dwell.
Being human is difficult.
Even when one is extremely faithful, there is no guarantee that security will be your inheritance in this life. We live in a world where the only consistent thread that ties all humans together is that as sure as you were born, you will die.
And this causes us to feel forsaken. It haunts us. But not only are we haunted by the ultimate death, we are haunted by the little deaths of a relationship ending, or failing a quiz, or not getting the job you hoped for. As Paul lamented in Romans 8, “we are killed all day long.”
But, in between those deaths, there is the same life that we know holds us and will resurrect us time and time again until we are served by deaths no more.
What are the little deaths that create anxiety for you? How would you benefit from a gratitude practice that calls your attention to the eternal life between the little deaths that make us forget that God’s grace is more than sufficient?
—Pedro Silva