Psalm 65

You crown the year with your bounty;
your wagon tracks overflow with richness.
The pastures of the wilderness overflow,
the hills gird themselves with joy,
the meadows clothe themselves with flocks,
the valleys deck themselves with grain,
they shout and sing together for joy.

I am troubled.

My situation is fine, has seldom been better.

Yet I am troubled.

I should put aside worry and give thanks.

Praising God for his goodness.

Psalm 65