Psalm 90

Our years come to an end like a sigh.
The days of our life are seventy years,
or perhaps eighty, if we are strong;
even then their span is only toil and trouble;
they are soon gone, and we fly away.

Toil and trouble for sure.

But also goodness, beauty, and joy.

I give thanks for good toil.

I give thanks for troubles to meaningfully engage.

I give thanks for blessings abundant.

Psalm 90