Psalms 121

Psalms 121
1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?

2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.

3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;

4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.

5 The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;

6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.

7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;

8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.

I've been drawing comfort in this psalm.
Today's 45 mins on the stationary bike felt real good. The feel of sweat at the small of my back, running down my temple, I almost feel like I'm back in the game again. Will do more of it in the future, a pity my compound doesn't have a gym.
 
Words or mathematical equations swim in my head at night, it's alphabet soup in the ball of matter we call our brain. I've been switching beds to trick my body into napping.
But still...
Words and concerns swirl.
Snatches of conversations echo in my brain.
I haven't been at peace, and I know it.
 
When I think of my concerns, and I compare them to the flood victims in Pakistan, or the hostages in the Philippines, it's a reality check- my concerns seem so frivolous compared to them.

I have to learn to be contented like Paul. (No, not the octopus, the missionary)