steadfast

I camped out in Psalm 51 this morn. a word that is louder at the moment is the word steadfast.

We, I, seem to be up against the wall when it comes to being this in our lives. This generation, my formation, has hearts/souls carved out for things other than the Lord. Sure it's true of other generations, however I pay particular attention to the generation I am apart of - fore in it, living and breathing, is an unquenchable notion of entitlement and pleasure for things unlovely. Let me first blame ourselves, myself, and the bad within that searches these things out. It shall not be blamed solely on the media or the arts or academia, for all these things are made up of the sum of it's parts - you and me. We have led ourselves down this path, this path that circles back and back again, there is no end on this path, there is no higher ground.

In Psalm 51 there are adjectives, verbs, and nouns all rightly placed. All strongly placed. It is the reworking of these adjectives, verbs, and nouns that will lead us to the path of despair.

I pick weeds from this path daily, confusing it for the other "way", the other path. Typically I have to do a few loops before I even realize I am on it - or a brother/sister has to shout from higher ground so I can again gain bearing.