The language in Psalm 40 is intimate and comforting to me, as though the writer is sitting in the back yard chatting with his God and a few close friends. Perhaps one of them has asked him why he’s so happy.
“I waited patiently for the Lord. He inclined to me and heard my cry. He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure. He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the Lord” (Psalm 40:1-3 ESV).
If I question that God would do the same for me, verse 4 says “Blessed is the man who makes the Lord his trust, who does not turn to the proud, to those who go astray after a lie.” Yes, I will trust him, and I will be blessed.
After recounting his interaction with God, the psalmist broke out in praise:
“You have multiplied, O Lord my God, your wondrous deeds and your thoughts toward us. None can compare with you! I will proclaim and tell of them, yet they are more than can be told” (verse 5).
His deeds and thoughts toward us are more than can be told. That concept is stretching my head right now. I’m not sure what to do with it! He who is the awesome God and Father is multiplying his deeds and thoughts toward us. To that I must say a good old-fashioned hallelujah!
by Kathy Sheldon Davis