Two weekends ago, I was very sick. It was a forceful bout of illness. You probably know how it goes: one moment you're saying goodnight, shaking hands, brushing your teeth, and the next moment you're hugging the toilet and making bargains with God. That's how it went for me.
Anyway, it was a long night, followed by a very long day. I read Psalm 16 with a hunger I don't usually have for scripture.
(from the ESV translation):
Preserve me, O God, for in
you I take refuge.
I say to the Lord, "You are my
Lord;
I have no good apart from you."
As for the saints in the land, they
are the excellent ones,
in whom is all my delight.
The sorrows of those who run
after another god shall
multiply;
their drink offerings of blood I
will not pour out
or take their names on my lips.
The Lord is my chosen portion
and my cup;
you hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in
pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful
inheritance.
I bless the Lord who gives me
counsel;
in the night also my heart
instructs me.
I have set the Lord always
before me;
because he is at my right hand,
I shall not be shaken.
Therefore my heart is glad, and
my whole being rejoices;
my flesh also dwells secure.
For you will not abandon my soul
to Sheol,
or let your holy one see
corruption.
You make known to me the path
of life;
in your presence there is
fullness of joy;
at your right hand are pleasures
forevermore.
