A Psalm of David.
“LORD, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice. Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips. Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties. Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities. When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet. Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth. But mine eyes are unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute. Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity. Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.” Psalm 141:1-10
It was Isak Dinison that said, “The cure for anything is salt water—tears, sweat, sea.” And I like this saying very much. Tears can be sweet. No sweat, no gain, throws a spin on the saying “No Pain, No Gain!” And of course the sea offers an uncontrolled environment, solitude, and the feeling of escape.
I might also add wind to the things that cure, if I didn’t know better. I think of the feeling of the wind in my face as it comes over the handlebars of a motorcycle, or through the window of an eighteen-wheel truck heading across the country. And, of course, there’s the wind as it moves across a sail, pressing the boat forward.
Alas, we know that these are only temporal cures, not really cures at all. The also fade quickly. We who are destined to be saints with our Lord Y’shuaJesus have an eternal cure. We have hope. We seek eternal cures not in salt or wind, but in the Kingdom of G-d. “Seek First the Kingdom of G-d! We continually seek the Lord’s Kingdom. He will come. We wait. He will collect us uo. And in this time of waiting, we mature, we grow up in Messiah. And, yes, we enjoy salt water and the wind, all given to us by our Lord.
Lord Bless, Keep, Shine. . .