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...

Reader, Mid-July. The summer is at its fullest — long evenings, slower pace, the kind of heat that makes you move differently through your day. And six weeks into this journey, I want to ask you something honest before we open this week's Psalms. Not rhetorical — real. How are you doing with the rhythm? Are you still showing up? Still writing? Still watching? Because this is the week the drift becomes a choice. Not a failure — a choice. Either the rhythm that has been building since June 1...