more than watchmen for the morning {for grandpa}

Out of the depths I cry to you, O LORD!
O Lord, hear my voice!

Let your ears be attentive to the voice of my pleas for mercy!
If you, O LORD, should mark iniquities,

O Lord, who could stand? But with you there is forgiveness,

that you may be feared.
I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I hope;

my soul waits for the Lord

more than watchmen for the morning,

more than watchmen for the morning.
O Israel, hope in the LORD!

For with the LORD there is steadfast love,

and with him is plentiful redemption.

And he will redeem Israel from all his iniquities.

psalm 130

this psalm has been on my heart often recently. it is so good for addressing my current season of life. {that oxymoron called "actively waiting"}. whether I find myself in a time of joy or a time of fighting to choose joy; there is one thing I ought to be ALWAYS grateful for: my iniquity is not counted against me. all other gifts from God pale in comparison. no storm can destroy the power of this truth. my hope rests not on what i see, but on the foundation that my soul is eternally secure. it's a promise.

God's promises never fail.