When you are forced to go to IKEA to buy a needed item, you fortify yourself with "The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall NOT want...." (You really punch the "Lo, even though I walk through the valley of death" line as well.)
You wonder if the 47th psalm ("All you peoples, clap your hands; shout to God with joyful cries") is ever going to be recited in the 1962 Latin Mass...or will it lead to tambourines and Kumbaya run amuck...?
You ponder whether the psalmist of the 91st psalm ("No evil shall befall you, no affliction come near your tent. For God commands the angels to guard you in all your ways. With their hands they shall support you, lest you strike your foot against a stone") ever went camping in rocky, mosquito-infested Northern Minnesota with kids. Or maybe Israel just a much more pleasant place to camp. Or maybe that trip was evidence of divine disfavor after all, as you suspected at the time.
A little strained, I know. But the friends did better!... these are too good to bury in the comments.
From Allen, It Came From Allen's Brain:
You find yourself saying "Selah" whenever you're at a loss for words.
You begin every prayer now with "A prayer of (insert your name here)"
You wonder if your next conversation could be "according to Shiggaioth."
Your meal time prayers begin with something like "A prayer of thanksgiving, when I had made meatloaf and mashed potatoes for supper."
From RobK at Kyrie Eleison:
Internet and World Wide Web, bless the Lord!
IE and Firefox, bless the Lord!
Word, Excel, and PowerPoint, bless the Lord.
All you bloggers bless the Lord!
Praise and exalt Him above all forever!
(Although I must add that Microsoft Vista is in line to be smote, right after Barry Bonds.)
Jeff of The Curt Jester had a funny take on this psalm a few months ago, but I can't find it. Jeff, do you have the link?