I also love how scripture often works on multiple levels. This, for example (verses 9-13):
You visit the earth and cause it to overflow;
You greatly enrich it;
The stream of God is full of water;
You prepare their grain, for thus You prepare the earth.
You water its furrows abundantly,
You settle its ridges,
You soften it with showers,
You bless its growth.
You have crowned the year with Your bounty,
And Your paths drip with fatness.
The pastures of the wilderness drip,
And the hills gird themselves with rejoicing.
The meadows are clothed with flocks
And the valleys are covered with grain;
They shout for joy, yes, they sing.
This is us, you see. It's not only a description of how God cares for His planet and how it responds, it's imagery of the true Christian life: living near to the heart of God, ever growing in love for Him, being cared for by His hand and through the "watering" of the Holy Spirit and the Word.
One of my favorite pictures here doesn't appear in the translation itself, but in the original wording, shown in the margin notes:
And Your paths drip with fatness.
"Paths" (v. 11b) is literally "wagon tracks" -- trenches formed as rolling wheels press firmly into the ground. The image is of repeated, ongoing interaction between the wagon and the earth, and of the earth's total yielding.
God wants our lives to be clearly marked by His presence. He wants us to allow Him to impress Himself intimately, deeply, daily, into our being. The tracks He leaves on us, in us, as a result will literally drip with abundance -- that is, they will drip with Himself, His very nature and presence. And we will begin to bear His deep mark. To experience what it is to be His, to be cared for by Him, to be corrected by Him, to be treasured by Him. To let everything else go. This is a deep, lifelong work. Like all spiritual growth, it begins with, and continues with, "yes."
Yes this morning, this afternoon, tonight, tomorrow, forever. Yes when I've been angry and have come back to apologize to You. Yes when no is easier. I surrender, I surrender, I surrender, as Your sweet wheels roll over me, pressing down deep into my soul, marking me with You.