You know what to do today. Read all, and sketch some, of Psalm 53-55.
Morning. Psalm 53. Children.
“God looks down from heaven on the children of man to see if there are any who understand, who seek after God.” (53.2)
Noon. Psalm 54. An upholding hand.
“Behold, God is my helper; the Lord is the upholder of my life.” (54.4)
Night. Psalm 55. A city skyline.
“… O Lord … I see violence and strife in the city.” (55.9)
Reading and sketching Psalm 50-52 today, this is what I find my eyes fixed on, and so, I draw:
Birds this morning, in Psalm 50.
“I know all the birds of the hills, and all that moves in the field is mine.” (50.11)
Snowflakes at mid-day, in Psalm 51.
“Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.” (51.7)
A razor this evening, in Psalm 52.
“Your tongue plots destruction, like a sharp razor, you worker of deceit.” (52.2)
As we read Psalm 47-49 today, may doing so move your hands as well as your heart, so as to help draw more of God’s light into your life.
Morning. Psalm 47. In your mind, let your hands be filled with a trumpet.
“God has gone up with a shout, the Lord with the sound of a trumpet. Sing praises to God, sing praises! Sing praises to our King, sing praises!” (47.5-6)
Noon. Psalm 48. Run your hands over the surface of a strong tower.
“Walk about Zion, go around her, number her towers, consider well her ramparts, go through her citadels, that you may tell the next generation that this is God, our God forever and ever. He will guide us forever.” (48.12-14)
Night. Psalm 49. Hold up your hands as your consider the sheep!
“This is the path of those who have foolish confidence; yet after them people approve of their boasts. [Selah] Like sheep they are appointed for Sheol; death shall be their shepherd, and the upright shall rule over them in the morning. Their form shall be consumed in Sheol, with no place to dwell. But God will ransom my soul from the power of Sheol, for he will receive me.” (49.13-15)
Read Psalm 44-46 today with me, won’t you, and sketch something from your reading in your Bible’s margin, too?
Morning. Psalm 44. A sword.
“… not by their own sword did they win the land, nor did their own arm save them, but your right hand and your arm, and the light of your face, for you delighted in them. … not in my bow do I trust, nor can my sword save me. But you have saved us from our foes and have put to shame those who hate us” (44.3,6-7)
Mid-day. Psalm 45. Oil.
“… your throne, O God, is forever and ever. The scepter of your kingdom is a scepter of uprightness; you have loved righteousness and hated wickedness. Therefore God, your God, has anointed you with the oil of gladness beyond your companions.” (45.6-7)
Tonight. Psalm 46. A spear.
“… behold the works of the Lord, how he has brought desolations on the earth. He makes wars cease to the end of the earth; he breaks the bow and shatters the spear; he burns the chariots with fire.” (46.8-9)
Waiting for us today: Psalm 41-43. And as we read pick up a pencil or pen to sketch some aspect of our reading. This exercise will help us write these psalms on our heart, not merely paper.
Our heels hit the floor and Psalm 41 starts our morning today. I can’t help but notice a reference to a heel in the reading. And so I sketch.
“Even my close friend in whom I trusted, who ate my bread, has lifted his heel against me. But you, O Lord, be gracious to me …” (41.9-10a)
As we read and meditate on Psalm 42 at mid-day, perhaps your eye is drawn to what my eye is drawn to: a waterfall.
“Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me.” (42.7)
Tonight, we are at the altar, as it were, as we consider Psalm 41 – and an altar is in view.
“… I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy …” (43.4)
We read Psalm 38-40 today as the Put a Psalm in My Heart project continues.
Bones make up my sketch this morning as I read Psalm 38.
“… there is no health in my bones because of my sin.” (38.3b)
As we read Psalm 39 at mid-day today, my mind will be drawn to a moth and I’ll draw one in my Bible’s margin.
“When you discipline a man with rebukes for sin, you consume like a moth what is dear to him; surely all mankind is a mere breath!” (39.11)
Tonight, as we call it a day, Psalm 40 is what I’ll scroll through and so, a literal scroll will be what my pencil etches in the margin of my Bible.
“Then I said, ‘Behold, I have come; in the scroll of the book it is written of me: I delight to do your will, O my God; your law is within my heart.'” (40.7)