“Surely God is my help; the Lord is the one who sustains me.” Psalm 54:4
What is sustainable if someone else– immortal, all powerful, and halving all wealth– has bankrolled your entire life? Where is the premise for fear and doubt that He will not come through? I need only be at peace and call on Him, waiting… for Him to come through and be obedient to all that He asks of me. How can I be shaken? Can wars, earthquakes, or plagues even shake the base of His tree? Never! He is the only constant. He is the constant in every generation, society, culture, language, nation– the only creative thread that goes through EVERYTHING. So how could we not spot God and feel His nearness in every life circumstance? His fingerprints are all over His created work… as a potter’s casual marks are left in the fire pottery. So OPEN YOUR EYES more fully to see more of God– your constant. He is more fixed than stars, more consistent than time, more solid than the earth beneath that you stand on comfortably. Yes, there is comfort in God– I will not be shaken.
Let me say this, that the Psalms have never seemed so relevant in light of the issues we are facing around the world and in our own back ally. I think I’m personally starting to understand David and his wildly creative collaboration between Psalmists who were about singing to God about the issues that surrounded them in that time. They didn’t wax elloquent in pouring out their hearts to the Lord, nor did they feel bashful about airing out their dirty laundry in the corporate setting. Another thing I’m remembering is that before we had what we now know as the Bible, God was speaking to and through mortals like David, who were simply responding to what they were hearing. They created a bunch of songs, that have been added to the Bible, and the rest is history. We who now have the Bible, refer to these now as the "Word of God". I wonder how David and the psalmists would have responded in the creative process had they known their music would be documented as the God’s word to future generations. I wonder how they would have fealt knowing that only the lyrics would endure and that future generations would only be familiar with these songs divorced from their original musical and cultural context. Pray for us, as we now excavate this ancient poetry from it’s cultural context and reassemble it using the musical context of today to preserve it’s truths for posterity. 
