Occasionally, scripture rearranges or substitutes words.  It does this for seeking people, hurting people, needing people, rejoicing people.  It has a knack for conveying its meaning through personal words.  I don’t know how that happens… really.  But it does.  Like this morning, this is how Psalm 115:10-15 read:

“O widows, descendants of God-given, beautiful marriages, trust the Lord!  He is your helper and your shield.

All you widows who fear the Lord, trust the Lord!  He is your helper and your shield.  The Lord remembers us and will bless us.  He will bless the children of widows and bless the widows, the descendants of God-given, beautiful marriages.

He will bless widows who fear the Lord, both great and lowly.  May the Lord richly bless both you and your children.  May you, widows, be blessed by the Lord, who made heaven and earth.”

Scriptures are, after all, living.  They instruct, they encourage, they direct, they specify and designate, they… live… 3000 years ago and this morning. They have substitutional living power.  They are able to replace words that open eyes, and ears, and minds.

This morning I read a passage for widows.  For me.  Wild.  How does it do that?  I’m not sure.  But because it does — it did — I feel seen, spoken to, thought of, personally blessed.