"Nice" people don't finish last

Psalm 37:1-6

"Do not fret because of evil men or be envious of those who do wrong; for like the grass they will soon wither, like green plants they will soon die away. Trust in the LORD and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture. Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the LORD; trust in him and he will do this: He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn, the justice of your cause like the noonday sun."

This Psalm and these six verses in particular are some of my all time favorites.
Such reassurance lies in these words--reassurance during times of confusion or resentment.

I have at times felt forgotten... left on the back burner slowly warming watching the boiling pot in front get all of the attention. Have you?
I used to dream big.
I used to think I would shine.
I used to want to conquer the world.

What do you think in those times that you live your day to day watching others (who may or may not be deserving in your eyes) get the glory, promotions, excitement and attention?
How much worse do you feel when that spotlighted person is someone not full of integrity and prospering because he/she took "the shortcuts."
But I follow the rules...
I play fair.
I am the "nice guy/girl."

Psalm 37 is God's reassurance that "nice" people don't finish last.

May I paraphrase the above six verses?
Don't worry about Mr. big shot--his time will end and may not end so nicely.
Have confidence in Me that I'll come through for you when the time is right. In the meantime, keep making the right choices and enjoy life. Let Me be your source of deepest joy and one day I will give your heart all the dreams I originally placed in it. That day, it will be your turn to display My light placed in you.

I love the book of Psalms.
When looking for peace, it's one of my favorite stops.

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