Really Small, Really.

Psalm thirty-seven.

3 Trust in the Lord, and do good;

adwell in the land and befriend faithfulness.2

4 bDelight yourself in the Lord,

and he will cgive you the desires of your heart.

5 dCommit your way to the Lord;

ztrust in him, and he will act.

6 eHe will bring forth your righteousness as the light,

and your justice as fthe noonday.

I was greeted with a sunrise this morning on my way into work.  Pastels.  Fiery yellow-orange. A purple line behind the trees.
He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn...
My memory didn't bring the preceding verses to mind however.  I'm glad I looked it up.  On a normal day, there doesn't seem to be a whole lot of righteousness shining out of this here soul.  I certainly, "don't have a righteousness of my own..." [Phil. 3:9].  But the good news is that HE will bring forth righteousness as with fresh morning light.  "...not having a righteousness of my own that comes through the law, but that which comes through faith in Christ, the righteousness from God that depends on faith..." [Phil. 3:9] 
I love that I'm not responsible for conjuring up this righteousness.
And yet, perhaps I am left with the harder work.  Befriending faithfulness.  Delighting in the Lord. Doing good. Committing my stubborn ways to Him. Trusting in Him. Letting go so that He will have room to act. It being the harder not because of its level of difficulty but because of my lack.  O, this relationship.  Such a beautiful tension, a seeming contradiction.  There is something asked of me.  Something required.  Something simple when positioned with things large and lofty like Grace and Salvation.  And yet, even in this requirement, I find myself carried.  Lit up like the clouds hanging above bare trees. 
It's a good reminder. 
And makes me want to commit and trust and delight all the more fervently, no matter the smallness of even my greatest zeal.