I finally
made my way back to Psalm 37 after a couple of weeks away. Today I’m parking on
just one verse. And my words are few. But I think the sentiment is worth
pondering.
But the wicked will perish;
the enemies of the Lord are like the glory of the pastures; they vanish – like smoke
they vanish way. – v. 20
I know I’ve been slowly crawling
through this Psalm all year, so we’ve both probably forgotten some of the
things from the early verses. Multiple times we’re told to fret not
because of those who are evil. Don’t fret. Don’t be envious. Instead…trust. Be
still. Wait patiently.
Multiple times we’re told that the
wicked will fade away and wither. They’ll be cut off.
How many times do we have to
hear the same thing over and over before it sticks?
Apparently yet one more.
One more time we are reminded
that the wicked won’t ULTIMATELY succeed. They really won’t. Eventually they’ll
vanish and not be able to carry out their wicked schemes anymore.
When? It’s not ours to know.
How? Does it really matter?
One more reminder for us in this
list of fretting not, choosing to trust, and waiting on God’s timing.
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