The Steadfast Love of the LORD



Scripture:

Psa. 107:33        He turns rivers into a desert,
        springs of water into thirsty ground,
34     a fruitful land into a salty waste,
        because of the wickedness of its inhabitants.
35     He turns a desert into pools of water,
        a parched land into springs of water.
36     And there he lets the hungry live,
        and they establish a town to live in;
37     they sow fields, and plant vineyards,
        and get a fruitful yield.
38     By his blessing they multiply greatly,
        and he does not let their cattle decrease.
 
Psa. 107:39        When they are diminished and brought low
        through oppression, trouble, and sorrow,
40     he pours contempt on princes
        and makes them wander in trackless wastes;
41     but he raises up the needy out of distress,
        and makes their families like flocks.
42     The upright see it and are glad;
        and all wickedness stops its mouth.
43     Let those who are wise give heed to these things,
        and consider the steadfast love of the LORD.

Observation:

The LORD has the power to transform.

The LORD has power to turn the world upside down.

The wise will heed the steadfast love of the LORD.

Application:

Sometimes we just need to dwell on the steadfast love of the LORD and be reminded of all that he does for us.

When life hands you a dry desert and your fruitful labor becomes a salty waste the LORD transforms it into fresh pools of water. The LORD  takes that which has been destroyed and transforms it into a place where we can flourish.

Consider the LORD’s steadfast love in the midst of whatever comes your way today.

Prayer:

LORD, your love overwhelms. Thank you. Amen.

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