An Olive Tree

Why do some people seem to not only do all the wrong things, but have every thing go right while it all done?  Why do some people boast of this?  Oh unbridled tongue, uncontrolled you are a harbinger of death.  Words can cut like razors, they can twist the truth and leave you completely torn open.  Loving evil, loving hurtful and terrible things, harming the beautiful things, and maiming the truth.  That tongue gets in trouble over and over, the lying and harmful thing.

Yet, God is a God of justice who will bring grace and caring, love with compassion and strength.  To teach, to return the tread to his path.  The removal of wealth removes the trust in wealth, the strength in doing harm and gaining the power through fear from others. 

The righteous will trust in God, and there will not be a fear of those who evil, harming others on purpose.  Instead, the righteous are like olive trees.  They flourish in God’s house, they trust in God’s love which never fails.  Praise instead will forever be offered, hope forever maintained, for the goodness of God.

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Sometimes it helps me to really help the words of a Psalm sink in when I reword it.  Psalms 52, it helps me remember to not be fearful when those who use cutting words seem to prosper.  Instead, I remember that God is in control.  And, then miraculously I remember that not only is God in control, but He also will remove the riches, the power from those and instead seek to pull them back towards Himself. 

The part about the olive tree also is so special to me, what a beautiful visual.  Think of a special garden, a place well tended and cared for.  Flowering abundantly, there is an olive tree there, blooming.  Imagine the scent of a blossom, then that changing to the growth of olives.  Then, this wonderful produce when picked, not only is a seasoning and flavor, but does not lose it’s flavor when pressed.  Instead, it becomes something produces a flavor for many thing.  As I am pressed, I would also want to be more like the olive and not be pressed and squashed flat.  Instead, I would change for that purpose and serve as a flavoring for God.  Tended by God, I want to be that olive tree.