“My soul is satisfied.” At the time of penning this heartfelt praise to God, David had long lived a life of abundance, moreso that we ever have, or will. Yet there were periods of time in his life that he was acutely aware that such blessings and privilege were not what provided him true protection, comfort, or satisfaction.
My soul is satisfied.
Satisfied. It is an interesting word. Its 21st century dictionary meaning is content, convinced (as in an argument), or completely paid (as in a bill).
I visualize David as these words of praise stir within him. Perhaps he was looking out over the brown, barren desert hills, filled with longing for home and peace within his family. Maybe he rose early, eager to meet with the LORD in prayer, hopeful that the dawn over the horizon of a new day would bring new grace, and resolution to his situation.
We’ve all been there, rising hopeful that this will be the day that change comes. Change in the course of disease. Healing in relationship. Relief from financial strain. Peace in parenting. Shift in souls.
My soul is satisfied. In Hebrew, saba’. Its meaning can include shades of abundance and excess, but it always means enough.
The RSV interprets this as feasted: “My soul is feasted as with marrow and fat, and my mouth praises Thee with joyful lips when I think of Thee…”
When David thinks of the LORD, he cannot help but sing joyfully, despite the joyless desert. He recognizes that his true self, the part that matters, is always blessed with the LORD’s great and promised abundance. David’s soul is fully convinced of, fully content with, God’s provision and unrelenting love. It is as a feast. Rich as he was, I can’t imagine David bringing along stores of food worthy of a feast as he flees Absalom. (It would be a little tough to carry, even with a myriad of helpers. And who has sufficient feast storage in a desert cave?) Yet feast he does–with the richest of “foods”.
When he thinks of God, when he meditates in the quiet of night, David feasts on the help that He has provided in times past. Did God not work through him to slay Goliath, to soothe the soul of Saul, and then to escape his jealous wrath? Did He not continue to pour out steadfast love despite his own horrific choices with Bathsheba and Uriah? Did He not provide wisdom, leadership, and victory in battle?
David’s memory, like ours, was laden with the goodness of God. Memories of such provision and wonder are easily packed and traveled with. They are untouched by the desert wilderness, ready for feasting at a moment’s notice.
Be blessed. I know you are. Enjoy the feast!
My soul is satisfied. Can you say that today?
What is laid upon your “table”, where the steadfast, holy, unrelenting love of God is the centerpiece?
Do you have tangible reminders into which the rich, spiritual fat and marrow of God are tucked? What are they? I have plenty. Some are: shelves of family scrapbooks and photo albums; a glass framed etching of an audio file of precious church family singing “We love you with the love of the Lord!; a metal bucket hand painted with hydrangeas, and gifted to me in thanks by special women, that is now my gardening companion; a set of scrappily-handmade stuffed animals from my son that he made as gifts for Christmas.