That is the what the psalmist is doing, counting his blessings. Some psalms recount God's mighty deeds of salvation, from Egypt, over the Red Sea, into the promised land.
In this psalm the author first thanks God for forgiveness after he acknowledges he has sinned. Then he thanks God for being chosen to be with God in his house. (Reminds me again of Ephesians 2:21 where God says the Gentiles too, all men, are now able to be a part of God's household because of Jesus' blood shed on the cross for us, only believe.)
The psalmist begins his psalm by saying, "There will be silence before thee." Silence and then praise. Silent speaks of peace. Silence speaks of completion. It is done. No more need be said or done. It is an absence of noise, of things that create chaos, confusion. God is the center of attention.
But then the psalmist counts his blessings. He sees God in nature, its beauty and its power. He sees God in the crops being watered and maturing. He sees God in the pastures where the animals raised for food and clothing are kept.
All the time he is picturing in his mind's eye their beauty and how they reflect God's beauty.
I count my blessings for family, for a man who came over last night just to hang with us. I do love seeing the city change. I got a great glimpse of the skyline yesterday, seen clearly because an old warehouse has been torn down and now the large area has become green with what some of looks like a lawn. It looks majestic, about as close as we get here in Houston to mountains.
Yesterday the weather was great. A lot of plants are sprouting new growth. A few have died from the freezes. We are finally pretty sure which are dead but I have not lost total hope yet. I still hope for the bougainvillea. The pecan tree has been pruned but it has not started putting out leaves yet. It is one of the last trees to break out of dormancy. The roses in our yard have been cut back and are beginning to rebound.
Count your blessings too.
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