Today

The writer of Psalm 94 was not having a quiet day. He looked around and saw the wicked triumphing, the widow and the stranger slain, and men saying, “The LORD shall not see.” He asked the question so many of us have asked: “LORD, how long?”

Then, in the middle of it all, he tells us what was going on inside him. “In the multitude of my thoughts within me.” A multitude is a crowd. I know that crowd. His thoughts were crowding in on him the way worries crowd in on me at night: the what-ifs, the conversations I keep replaying, the fear of what tomorrow will bring.

Notice what he did not say. He did not say the crowd went away. He said, “thy comforts delight my soul.” God did not wait for the noise to stop before He comforted him. His comfort met him right in the middle of it. I find that a great relief, because the noise in my head does not always stop when I ask it to.

I am thankful the Lord does not only comfort us after the trouble is over. Just before this the psalmist said, “When I said, My foot slippeth; thy mercy, O LORD, held me up.” He felt himself slipping, and God’s mercy was already holding him. I have felt my foot slip more times than I would like to admit, and every time His mercy was there first.

So what is crowding your mind this morning? You may not be able to quiet every thought, but you can bring every one of them to the One who is “the rock of my refuge.” Let His Word speak louder than the crowd.