When my siblings and I were young, we always had a garden. Actually, we most always had two, one at our house and one at our grandparents’. The garden at their house was measured in acres. It was big. Almost every night, right after supper, we’d all pile into our gigantic Volkswagen van and to Grandmother’s house we’d go. Not for a party, we went to work. We weeded, hoed, raked, and then when the harvest was ready we picked. Much of what we gathered was cleaned and either eaten fresh or we froze it for later. But some of the stuff we preserved by canning. We did lots of work to prep as much as we could for the winter months. We wanted to save it. We preserved it.
As I read this section of Psalm 119, I am again struck by the particular phrase: preserve my life.
“Your compassion, Lord, is great; preserve my life according to your laws. Many are the foes who persecute me, but I have not turned from your statutes. I look on the faithless with loathing, for they do not obey your word. See how I love your precepts; preserve my life, Lord, in accordance with your love. All your words are true; all your righteous laws are eternal.” Psalm 119:156-160
In verses 153-160, the psalmist used the phrase preserve my life three times.
God gave us something to save our lives. His Book was given as a road map for each of us and if we follow it, it leads us straight to Jesus, our Savior. The psalmist was making a point that God’s laws, precepts, decrees lead us to salvation. Following them preserves our lives.
Lord, Jesus, help me to follow Your Words for they will preserve my life.