Psalms

Psalm 89 reminds me of a phenomenon I call “kid Memory”. That is the adult recollection of events from our childhood that turn out to

Psalm 90 reminds me of a family heritage. Some people associate themselves with a nationality, or a region, or a religion because that is where

Psalm 92 is sub-titled, “A song. For the Sabbath day“. It reminds me how music today is used to drown out the noise around us.

/ Psalm 93 reminds me of a recent “Twilight Zone” marathon. Those shows, made in the 1960’s, had a recurring theme of the exaggerated self-importance

Psalm 95 reminds me of my dad. I really did not know him well. He was around while I was young, but he was very

Psalm 97 reminds me that sometimes we need a little rain to trust God with the reins of our life. It is not until we

Psalm 100 reminds me of when my children were babies. While she was feeding them in the high-chair, my mom would say “please” as she

Psalm 102 reminds me of training for sports. In practice we usually had drills that are designed to teach us how to react. The idea

Psalm 103 reminds me of my wedding. I truly did not have a clue how wonderful marriage would be, or fully understand the experience of

Psalm 104 reminds me of looking at the inner workings of a fine watch. Things are spinning and turning in every direction with precise movements.