Clinging to dust

"My soul clings to the dust;
Revive me according to Your word.
I have declared my ways, and You answered me;
Teach me Your statutes.
Make me understand the way of Your precepts;
So shall I meditate on Your wonderful works."
Psalm 119: 25-27

My soul clings to dust. That sounds so pointless, so obviously useless, and yet it is true for me. Somehow within me, my soul justifies my desperate attempts to contain life to human understanding. I'm often grasping for tangible help when I am in need. It just seems right. I run to my husband, my kids, my friends...many times before I run to my god. What kind of faith is that? Do I believe that my husband, kids and friends hold more power than my god? In some cases, my actions say just that.
I really do long to see Almighty God's hand at work in my life. When I come up against challenges, I must choose to cling to the only One worth holding fast to...God. My hope is in Him. I say that, and this passage in Psalms helps me to realize that if I truly hope in Him, my first instinct will be to run to Him.
I cling to you today, this hour, Almighty God. You are my help in times of need. God revive me! Teach me your ways. I want to know you more today. Make me aware of what I'm clinging to in every moment. Strengthen my grasp with you...that I would learn to hold on for dear life! That's what you are God, dear life. Clinging to dust means clinging to death. Help me to always cling to you. You are my life.