Preserve me, O God, for in you I take refuge.
I say to the Lord, “You are my Lord;
I have no good apart from you.”
As for the saints in the land, they are the excellent ones,
in whom is all my delight.
The sorrows of those who run after another god shall multiply;
their drink offerings of blood I will not pour out
or take their names on my lips.
The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
I bless the Lord who gives me counsel;
in the night also my heart instructs me.
I have set the Lord always before me;
because he is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken.
Therefore my heart is glad, and my whole being rejoices;
my flesh also dwells secure.
For you will not abandon my soul to Sheol,
or let your holy one see corruption.
You make known to me the path of life;
in your presence there is fullness of joy;
at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.
I like to peruse different translations because it adds depth and texture to the meaning of scripture. While I’ve shared the English Standard Version above, I was captivated by the New American Standard’s verse six:
Indeed, my heritage is beautiful to me.
And I asked myself if mine — all that which I have acquired from my predecessors — is beautiful to me with its alcoholism, abuse of various kinds, adulteries, divorce and loss?
In and of themselves these things are ugly, horrifying, destructive. But when we take our broken past and surrender the rubble and the shards to the Artist a transformation occurs, a redesign of the awful into something lovely, worth being grateful for and passing on.
A new legacy scripted in love, awash in light.
Wherever we have come from, no matter the pain of our past or how un-pretty our choices have been, we can find assurance in God who makes all things not only possible, but new.
Jesus gifts us with a sparkling heritage once we open our heart to Him.
So take courage, and I will too, in knowing that all our sharp and tarnished pieces that we secret away in the attic of our mind, those awful things stuffed into dusty boxes marked Do Not Open, those nasty unspeakable memories that resurface as nightmares, negativity and negligent and destructive behaviors in marriage and relationships, can and must be revealed and released.
Into light bathed golden by love where our great Tekton crafts all of it into something resonant with newborn glory and freedom…