Reader, This is it. Psalms 97–100 are waiting for you — and I want you to open them slowly this week. Not because they're difficult. But because they deserve the same unhurried attention you gave Psalm 51 on the first morning of June. You began this journey on the floor with David — reaching for God from the wreckage of his choices, asking for something that didn't yet exist in him. And this week, you arrive at a crescendo. Every thread this summer has carried — repentance, refuge, worship,...

Reader, One week to go. August is almost here — and with it comes that particular feeling of a summer well spent. Not rushed through. Not wasted. Spent. Intentionally, morning by morning, one Psalm at a time. What you have done over these 49 days is worth naming before we open the final full week of this journey. You chose the Word consistently — even on the days when the discipline cost more than the inspiration gave. That kind of faithfulness forms something in you that goes deeper than any...

Reader, Seven weeks. The finish line is close enough to see from here. Before we open this week's Psalms, I want to name something quietly. The summer that felt long in June is starting to feel finite. August is closer than it seemed. And there's something about the last stretch of anything that invites a particular kind of attention — a slowing down, a noticing, a willingness to let what has been growing in you actually land before the season closes. Last week, we sat with the sons of Korah...