Sunny, cool. Birds chirping away. The pots I planted last weekend are looking happy and sprightly. The dog is just sitting here vibing me with total love, like dogs do. O Sandy. Guini-the-grandbebe is asleep in the guest room, sweet girl she is (she was Grandpa’s date to his movie premier last night and got to meet all the “stars”!).
The reverential awe of the Lord = The Fear of the Lord.
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm —
he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
My help comes from the Lord – the Maker of heaven and earth!