My morning routine is first and foremost for my benefit. It’s my quiet time. It’s my time in the Word. Time to “grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ” (2Peter 3:18), but equally as important, time to commune with the Triune God. Time with the living word of the Father, conveying something of His wonderful workings through the Son, brought to light by the inner dynamic of the Spirit. As such, every time I open the Word, it’s another opportunity for an encounter of the divine kind. Word of God speak!

I’m not unaware, however, that others have benefited from this routine as well. What began years and years ago as morning thoughts e-mailed to my wife and daughters is now a blog with e-mails being sent to a list of subscribers every time I post. I’ve often wondered that others might be encouraged by stuff I’m chewing on but have chalked it up to the fact that Jesus delights to feed people even if it’s with but an offering of a few loaves and a couple fishes. So, while I don’t count or track subscribers, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t aware they exist.

And this morning, it’s another subscriber who’s been put on my radar.

I will sing to the LORD as long as I live;
       I will sing praise to my God while I have being.
May my meditation be pleasing to Him,
       for I rejoice in the LORD.

(Psalm 104:33-34 ESV)

May my meditation be pleasing to Him . . . How’s that for a prayer to pray?

Sure, the specific context may be that of what comes to mind when singing, but I don’t think it’s much of a stretch to think the songwriter’s desire is that, as the New Living Translation puts it, “all my thoughts” — including my morning thoughts — would be pleasing to Him.

But is that really real? That our meditations might in some way be pleasing to the One who is the source of all pleasure? That somehow the God of creation would find some joy in our meager musings? That the God who transcends time and space might give attention to our closeted contemplations and whisper to Himself, “Sweet” (NKJV)? Yeah, I think it’s really real.

And it’s not about how deep we think or how well we write (or whether we write at all). Not dependent by us always picking up, fully and accurately, what’s being laid down and then laying out clearly what we’re picking up. Not that it’s an expectation of delivering without fail a deliverable every morning. In fact, it’s not about producing at all. God, the psalmist seems to be saying, delights just in our pondering.

May my meditation be pleasing to Him . . .

Another subscriber? I’m thinkin’ . . .

More evidence of His amazing grace.

More reason to ascribe to Him all the glory.