“God’s word is alive and working and is sharper than a double-edged sword. It cuts all the way into us, where the soul and the spirit are joined, to the center of our joints and bones. And it judges the thoughts and feelings in our hearts. Nothing in all the world can be hidden from God. Everything is clear and lies open before Him, and to Him we must explain the way we have lived.” Hebrew 4:12-12
Have You not told us, Father; and have we not heard? Your ways of speaking are not like ours; no, not a word. Instead, You speak to us through the wind, the weather, the conflict amongst nations; with sickness and disease, poverty, famine, and pestilence. You tell us in thunderings and earthquakes–yet we still ignore Your voice.
You are God, for none can compare! Your power and might rises far above any other god, and any other name! You know everything, even the smallest fleck of dust does not go unnoticed by You.
My God! My Savior! And Your precious Holy Spirit You have generously given to your servant. And there was a time when I did not take my full portion; not because I was trying to be polite, and not because I was full; but because I wasn’t sure I wanted to accept the responsibility that came along with Your gift. I am so sorry, and I regret what I’ve done.
For my only hope lies in Your loving-kindness and in Your compassion, which I have taken for granted so often.
Oh Lord, the enemy rises against me daily to make war in my members against Your Spirit. My flesh is corrupt and untamable, and is, by the end of the day, guilt-ridden.
I want so much to be right, Lord; to be right in Your eyes and to please You. You are who makes me glad, Father, and I feel stained and afraid when I am full of sin. Please continue teaching me Your ways, and help to keep my feet from stumbling. My enemies laugh and mock me whenever I give in to temptation, when I allow them to rule me. I am afraid of what is to come because You are so magnificent! You do not tolerate sinfulness, and You have made your enemies fine powder in your enormous hands.
I shall breathe, Father, and inhale Your sweet, loving scent. Anoint me with Your oil and straighten me where I am bent. Without You, I am nothing but a pile of old bones in the wilderness. When I am broken and crushed, it is only then I can by put back together–remade by You! For You are marvelous, and everything Your hands create is awesome and magnificent!
Categories: My Psalms