Hear my prayer, O Lord; give ear to my pleas for mercy! In your faithfulness answer me, in your righteousness! Enter not into judgment with your servant, for no one living is righteous before you. For the enemy has pursued my soul; he has crushed my life to the ground; he has made me sit in darkness like those long dead. Therefore my spirit faints within me; my heart within me is appalled. I remember the days of old; I meditate on all that you have done; I ponder the work of your hands. I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah Answer me quickly, O Lord! My spirit fails! Hide not your face from me, lest I be like those who go down to the pit. Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love, for in you I trust. Make me know the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul. Deliver me from my enemies, O Lord! I have fled to you for refuge. Teach me to do your will, for you are my God! Let your good Spirit lead me on level ground! For your name’s sake, O Lord, preserve my life! In your righteousness bring my soul out of trouble! And in your steadfast love you will cut off my enemies, and you will destroy all the adversaries of my soul, for I am your servant. (Psalm 143:1–12)The psalmist is in trouble and calling for help. It seems a regular occurring situation, particularly after a meaningful act of serving the Lord. However, He gave me the solution before this reminder of the problem.
Each morning I warm up by walking and singing worship songs using lyrics printed on pages in a binder. This morning the last one in my list was “Count Your Blessings.” As I personalized it to ‘count my blessings’ the Spirit filled my mind with recent bright spots and any thoughts of “poor me” vanished.
This does not mean the challenges of the day went with them. I still have too much to do and wonder if the hours available will be long enough. My studio looks like a bomb hit it. Upstairs, the dust is thick. The blessings of Mother’s Day have not faded, yet neither has the fatigue that showed up after the fun and after three days at a very full quilt retreat.
I’m blessed that I could sleep all day if my conscience would let me. Yet I’m blessed with this promise:
He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might he increases strength. Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted; but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint. (Isaiah 40:29–31)I may cry out to God like the psalmist, but God has already said what I need to hear.
Jesus, my memorizing skills are not great, but Your are able to remind me of verses that have been read and relied on — and even though they are known, each come as a lovely surprise. You do the same with songs, putting them in my mind and giving me joy and a sense of renewal with their melody. Truly You lead me on level ground and often to higher ground, preserving my life and granting me all that is needed when that level ground becomes a seemingly insurmountable steep place. Thank You.
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