Streams of Living Water Reflection on Psalm 1

Psalm 1-3:  Happy are those who do not follow the advice of the wicked, or take the path that sinners tread, or sit in the seat of scoffers; but their delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law, they meditate day and night. They are like trees planted by streams of water, which yield their fruit in its season, and their leaves do not wither. In all that they do, they prosper.

            How many seasons of my life did I follow the advice of the wicked? The answer to that question is way too many wasted seasons lived in the lava pit of what the world offers.  In reflecting on Psalm 1, I realize now that I wasted so much time chasing the false things that the world, the flesh, and the devil had to offer. I am so glad like the prodigal son that his “prodigal daughter” came to her senses and returned to the Father's house. I was raised in a Catholic home, attended Catholic grade school and high school. I did receive a firm solid Catholic foundation in those formative years. The seeds of my Catholic faith were planted deep within me during my youth. However, as an adult, I chose not to till the garden of my soul and as a result the seeds of my Catholic faith remained dormant within my hardened heart.

            When I did finally return to the Catholic faith, I experienced a profound conversion and a very grateful heart that God the Father had not abandoned me. I continue to be amazed at his never-failing amazing grace at work in my life and in the lives of those around me. Even when I was far away from God doing my own thing, Jesus was right by my side whispering to my hard heart-- “Come take my hand and I will give you the desires of your heart.” 

            Now I can truly say that I am happy and I do take much delight in the law of the Lord. I love meditating and reflecting on God's word daily. I am in awe at the indescribable gift of the Eucharist—Jesus' body, blood, soul, and divinity that this unworthy child of God is privilege to receive. When the priest raises the host and cup at Mass, many times tears fill my eyes because of Jesus' love touching my heart and my soul. 

Let us pray: “Father I desire each day to be like a tree planted by streams of living water so by God's grace and my willingness to cooperate with your grace I can bear fruit that will touch others and bring them into your glorious kingdom of light and love. My God, when I fail to cooperate with your grace, may I always run quickly to the merciful heart of your son Jesus found in the Sacrament of Reconciliation where I am cleansed, renewed, and strengthened once more for the journey. Amen!”