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The measure of my days
The measure of my days








the measure of my days

Moses reminds us that while the life of man is frail and short, God is eternal. God remains the home of His people because He is the redeeming God. Even in the garden of Eden, He promised that He would redeem His own (Gen. Through all the generations of His people’s existence, reaching back all the way to creation, God has always preserved and protected His people. God is the home of His people: “Lord, you have been our dwelling place in all generations” (v. It is surely frightening to think that God’s wrath will equal all the obedience that is due to Him.Īlthough life is short and the wrath of God terrifying, the mercy and protection of God for His people are great.

the measure of my days

Who considers the power of your anger, and your wrath according to the fear of you?” (vv. “For all our days pass away under your wrath we bring our years to an end like a sigh. He knows that his holy God visits His judgment on sinners. The psalmist acknowledges that sin frankly, saying, “You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your presence” (Ps. The shortness and weakness of human life are the fruit of sin and judgment in the world. “O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days let me know how fleeting I am” (Ps. Such realism about our weakness is the necessary foundation of any true wisdom. Here, Psalm 90 shows its connection to the concerns of Psalm 89 about man’s frailty: “Remember how short my time is! For what vanity you have created all the children of man! What man can live and never see death? Who can deliver his soul from the power of Sheol?” (Ps. The years of our life are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty yet their span is but toil and trouble they are soon gone, and we fly away” (vv. You sweep them away as with a flood they are like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning: in the morning it flourishes and is renewed in the evening it fades and withers. A reflection on time leads us to see how weak we are and how short our lives are: “You return man to dust and say, ‘Return, O children of man!’. In Hebrew, verse 12 begins with the words “to number our days.” This phrase picks up the theme of time that is so pervasive in this psalm. It is a key part of a meditation on God and on living as the people of God. This verse is often treated as if it were a proverb that means, “Life is short, so live wisely.” But in the context of the whole psalm, it means much more than that, as we will see. I then, of course, had to try to explain what "make-up" meant in this scenario.“Teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.” (Psalm 90: 12) I finally made the connection (pregnancy brain) and started laughing. "Do I get to wear your make-up or do I get my own make-up?"

the measure of my days

I have been explaining this to her this week since it is out of the ordinary.Īvery's question as we drove to dance class: "Mommy, what kind of make-up do I get to wear on Friday?" Generally, preschools do not have make-up days but I guess because they lost a week of school they decided to add days to the schedule.Īvery does not normally have preschool on Fridays so this Friday is her first make-up day. Since the kids missed a week of elementary school and preschool during our snow event a while back, we now have three days to make-up and the first of those three is this Friday. I was taking Avery to dance class last night and as we were driving there she started asking me about her school make-up day this Friday. However, it takes a lot to make me laugh out loud right now.Īvery managed to accomplish that task last night and I knew if I didn't write it down here I would probably forget it. I don't mean to complain, I feel very blessed to be carrying this little girl and I don't take it for granted. It has been more than a little uncomfortable lately and of course, life doesn't let up so one can rest and relax. So.I am at the very end of this pregnancy and as anyone who has been pregnant knows, it is no fun at the end.










The measure of my days