It is good to praise the Lord and make music to your name, O Most High, to proclaim your love in the morning and your faithfulness at night, to the music of the ten-stringed lyre and the melody of the harp.

For you make me glad by your deeds, O Lord; I sing for joy at the work of your hands. How great are your works, O Lord, how profound your thoughts! The senseless man does not know, fools do not understand, that though the wicked spring up like grass and all evildoers flourish, they will be for ever destroyed.

But you, O Lord, are exalted for ever.

The righteous will flourish like a palm tree, they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon; planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green, proclaiming, “The Lord is upright; he is my rock, and there is no wickedness in him.”

(Ps 92)

My times are in thy hand; my God, I wish them there; my life, my friends, my soul I leave entirely to thy care.

My times are in thy hand, whatever they may be, pleasing or painful, dark or bright, as best may seem to thee.

My times are in they hand; why should I doubt or fear? My father’s hand will never cause his child a needless tear.

My times are in thy hand, Jesus, the crucified! Those hands my cruel sins had pierced are now my guard and guide.

My times are in thy hand; such faith you give to me that after death, at thy right hand I shall for ever be.

(WF Lloyd 1791-1853)

60 years ago today, my parents welcomed me into the world. They loved and cared for me, and they raised me in a home where Jesus was loved and honoured, supported by a congregation of faithful and encouraging believers. I am a child of the covenant, and have so much for which to give thanks to God.

As I enter my seventh decade, I am acutely aware that the days remaining to me may become clouded with ill health, that my sphere of activity may become limited, that many precious friends and satisfying activities may be lost to me before in turn I am called home. What is my attitude to these things? Will I choose resentment for all the things I have not had or done; choose to fear what God may permit to come to me from his loving hand?

No, by faith I choose gratitude, as I reflect on the past and dwell on the promises which are mine in Christ; promises which will last through whatever lies before me, and even through death to glory beyond. By faith, I choose to look forward to what God has for me to receive from him in this season, and to what he has for me to give. I have known too many fruitful saints who remain fresh in old age, to fear that there will be nothing that I can do for my king in the years that may remain to me!

Loving Father, I thank and praise you for the gift of life, and most of all for Jesus, through whom life becomes worth living. Thank you for your care for me as I grew up, for your provision for me down the years. Lord, keep me humbly dependant on you, and cheerful in my outlook. Let each day find me expecting good things from you, and also willing to accept what your providence may decree should happen to me, trusting always in your goodness.

My times, my health, my resources, all these are from you and to be used for you. Let me not withhold anything, but gladly be available to be used as you wish. Keep me fresh and eager to serve you, sensitive to opportunities to share Jesus’ love, and in tune with your spirit. May I be green and fruitful for you, feeding deeply on your word, drawing strength from the fellowship of saints, and increasingly transformed into the likeness of my Lord and saviour, in whose name I pray, Amen.