In the middle of fleeing for his life, David somehow found time to write poetry. While hiding in a cave he wrote:

The steadfast love of God endures all the day.

Which makes me think of things I deal with every day that do not endure.

Food goes bad. Clothes wear out. Plants die. Friends move away. Family members pass on. Health declines. Money takes wings. Memories fade.

But the loyal, firm, deep affection of God remains constant.

David had it bad, but chose to rest in the unchanging nature of God. Lean into the Lord. Gain refreshment from him. The sun is shining somewhere, and God’s love continues to endure.

Psalm 52:1

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