Even when things are changing . . . .

Even when things are shaking and cracking and falling apart . . . .

Even when I am troubled and in trouble . . . .

No matter what . . . .

The God of the universe is present right here with me.

That message resonates through Psalm 46, short though it be.

“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble” (1).

“God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early” (5).

“The LORD of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge” (7,11).

Psalm 45:2 might not be talking about me at all.

It might be talking about Jesus or about His people as a whole.

Whatever the case, the middle clause seized my attention this morning:

“Thou art fairer than the children of men: grace is poured into thy lips: therefore God hath blessed thee for ever.”

Not rubbed on like chapstick.

Not dribbled in like a potent medicine.

Not sipped in like hot tea.

Poured in!

Generously. Abundantly. Constantly.

That’s how I want grace to affect my speech.

That’s how I want grace to result from my speech.

So that’s how I need grace.