I'll contemplate His Beauty; I'll study at His Feet. "Your thirst for Me will become all-consuming."
Psalm 31:10 I'm in deep, deep trouble again. I've cried my eyes out; I feel hollow inside.
Psalm 31:14 "My life is consumed by anguish...but I trust in You, O Lord, I say, 'You are my God."
"In desperate confusion and anguish, you will know Me in ways no one knows Me in comfort." 66 LL
Psalm 31:24 "Be brave. Be strong. Don't give up. Expect God to get here soon."
LORD, would you give my family and friends an all-consuming thirst for You and You Alone?
Yes, Lord, may it be so in me.
ReplyDeleteYes, Lord, let it be so.
ReplyDeleteFrom Psalm 30:
"When I'm 'dust to dust' my songs
and stories of you won't sell." ====
Oh, David! How wrong you were here! Even today so many years after you are lost to us by death, we still buy your songs and stories. I have books in my home right this minute that are nothing except the Psalms...how thankful I am for the human emotions and God experiences you captured in your psalms!
From Psalm 31:
"24 Be brave. Be strong. Don't give up. Expect God to get here soon."
I will accept this verse from David as a loving father's guidance today. David had much heartache in his role as a father. But he father's me today through his words written down and passed on to me by my own father and mother through their faith in God (how thankful I am!). Father's Day is just around the corner. May we all be brave and strong and wait expectantly on our God. Our Heavenly Father.
Do you know what a precious relationship that is? To call God our Heavenly Father?
The Grace-people can do that.
Jehovah...yes.
Adonai...yes.
GOD...yes.
Lord...yes.
But ABBA?
My Father?
My Heavenly Father?
We are truly a group of tenderly cared for children during this dispensation of Grace.
Thank you, David, for the fatherly advice you share with me, still today.
Thank you, Heavenly Father, for my ability to call you my Daddy.
Love,
Your daughter clinging to Your shoulders as we walk through life.
I will remember You this Father's Day and be thankful...and different...because of who I am in You.
Thank you for all your prayers and love for Lauren and for us. I can't tell you how much your continued prayers mean to me. I've prayed for her marriage and her man long before I knew him. And here we finally are-next Saturday the 26th. And Bev, I pray for Blair with the same hope and joy that God knows each of them and has a wonderful plan for their lives.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Deborah, for those words that reveal God as Father to the fatherless. Father's Day used to be difficult for me, losing my dad when I was young. But He is my Father for most of my years here now, and more gloriously, for forever.
I join you all in prayer for our friends and family and for each of us to have an all-consuming thirst for God alone.
"Love God, all you saints; God takes care of all who stay close to him, But he pays back in full those arrogant enough to go it alone.” Be brave. Be strong. Don't give up."
"Expect God to get here soon."
"Your longing to feel your emptiness and ask your questions in My Presence in the company of other authentic pilgrims, is good. That longing releases true worship and opens your ears to hear the music of heaven and to awkwardly but rhythmically begin to dance!" (66 LL p. 92)
Sometimes nothing says it plainer than the Message: "Blessed God! His love is the wonder of the world."
Yes, Lord may it be so in me. I see this in a lot of people around me...they are hungering and thirsting after Him...I sense a revival in the hearts of some in my family which blesses my socks off. You all bless me beyond measure. Praying for each one of us.
ReplyDeleteHallelujah for The Psalms...no matter where I am at I can go to Psalms and find myself in David's writings.
ReplyDeletePTL for each of you on this blog. Your vunerability in your honest comments bless me beyond words.
Annette and Bev I love celebrating weddings. Oh, how I pray for each of you as you participate in all the activities of this Covenant before God event to be blessed yourselves as only Elohim, All Mighty God can create.
Annette, Lauren has a wonderful legacy you and Mike have created for her to bring to this union. How blessed Liam is to receive you in His life. Mike S. is most blessed to receive Lauren's love as well as the the family.
just received call must leave now. please pray will update when i return.
Annie,
ReplyDeleteAre you riding your Heavenly Father's shoulders with me???
Isn't He amazing???
I will be praying for you this Father's Day. I don't know how, but He is going to show how tender a Daddy He is to you this coming week. Sunday is a day of worship and praise to our Heavenly Father. He IS our ABBA, tender and loving to each of His daughters. Quick to defend us. Shepherding us through cliff-hanging mountain-climbing journeys.
Thanking Him for David's words like a father to me today.
Psalm 31:24
Be brave.
Be strong.
Don't give up.
Expect
God
to
get
here
soon.
This place here, this place of God-wooing...I drip tears everytime I come here. Loving you, loving loved ones, loving my enemies, loving Christ, loving His Word, loving His church, loving His Spirit...loving GOD more and more. He is more-than-enough.
I came back here to check on Sylvia and got a double blessing. Deborah, I love that word picture, riding on His Shoulders, above the craziness this week. It already is a tender, amazing time walking with Him as I close another chapter in being a parent myself. He is ...most amazing! And you are most dear.
ReplyDeleteDo you all feel it, too? This place is holy. It's our hiding place. It's so thick with Him.
Thank you all for pouring yourselves out as a drink offering here on these posts and comments. He inhabits these praises, our psalms to Him.
I know, Annie. I almost posted that same thing...about this being our hiding place...only I thought more of a Secret place. I do feel like it is sacred.
ReplyDeleteI feel Bev riding bareback on a fast pony, hair blowing in the wind and her spurring and whipping that pony with his reins as she runs to WIN!!
I feel Cici rising up. I can almost see her forming into a new creation from a wellspring. And she doesn't stop! She just keeps rising up until she is soaring with determination and courage.
I feel Sylvia standing in a breeze as the wind of God blows gently around her. Like a caress. The song she sings is her wind-worship. The song carries on the wind and brings a trail of butterflies along.
I feel Ang. She is in a garden full of rows of plants. She wears a hat and gloves and she keeps hoeing weeds and looking for anything damaging her garden. Her plants are young and tender right now but her care over them will produce a great crop of righteousness.
I feel HurstMom as she stands at her easel. Paintbrush in hand, and paint palette in the other hand, she studies the lighting on her painting as the morning light rests on the home she is painting. The final touch to her painting is a white wicker swing on the front porch to abide with her Master. His presence has lit the porch with bright, white light.
I feel Mary Lou traveling on a long, straight road in a convertible. She's in no hurry. She just travels the road she is on and enjoys every precious detail about her ride. The clouds so white and fluffy. The stream flowing for miles along the road. The smell of a grove of lilacs planted generations ago. Her heart is at peace and she loves.
I see Something's Gotta Give. She is surrounded by a flame of refinement. She is full of God's holiness and He has brought her to a place of ministry. He has set her heart on fire for Him. He is her consuming fire.
I see Janet...our jhpaintergal...dripping honey. She is in a field of wildflowers and she is a keeper of bees. She cares for them and looks for the comb, waiting to taste the fruit of her labor. The honey is sweet and fragrant. No one will ever know all the time spent waiting for this sweetness. But she has been faithful and the taste is like no other.
I see Abba's Girl sailing through the calm seas. She is beautiful in her white pants and her white breezy shirt. A blue scarf...long and silky...keeps her hair out of her face. The sun is bright and glows on her smiling face. Freedom. She is free from the land and has set sail for adventure. Life is good.
I see Annette. She is gazing from the porch...off into the distance. She never moves. She just keeps watching. Off in the distance she sees the Master coming. She hurries for the pan and fills it with fresh water from the well and warm water from the kettle. A little splashes on her as she hurries to their special place in the garden by the roses. She tosses in the most fragant petals from her garden...rose petals, lavender blooms, gardenias and her precious lily. A tiny bit of oil is sitting in it's basket by the special place waiting for the Master. She hears Him. He sings. And as He gets closer, she hears Him call her name...and she rushes to greet Him, to lead Him to their time of communion. She washes many layers of dust from His feet and anoints them with the oil. All the while, He tells her about how precious she is to Him and how thankful He is to have a servant like her, who loves. As He leaves, He presses a small, silky bag into her hand. And then, He is gone. She opens the bag and sees the treasure He has left for her. It is a pearl. A pearl of great cost. He has created it just for her. The sound of His Voice singing of Calvary floats into the garden. She weeps joy for the fragrance He has left behind and the treasure she holds in her hand.
ReplyDeleteOh sweet friends...you all are so very precious to our Master. I pray that these words will touch your hearts in ways that only He can reveal. I just typed them. He wrote them for you.
You all bring me to Deut 33:12, a verse that is so very dear to me. It's Moses last words before he died. A blessing for that day and this coming father's day:
ReplyDelete"Let the beloved of the LORD rest secure in him, for he shields him all day long, and the one the LORD loves, rests between His Shoulders."
May you find that kind of rest whether you wrestle in your own marriage or giving away your daughter to marriage, like Annette and I both are. Wherever life finds you this day, this pensive moment, may you rest your head and heart on His Shoulder. Then Ben's father died after he told him that. And Moses last words in Gen 49:15 were about shouldering burdens: Bow your shoulder to bear burdens, and become a servant unto tribute. May I be more concerned how I bow my shoulder to others than how they bow it to me. Find rest on His Shoulders. You have Annette---it is what has brought you to this day when you could have found temporary peace in comfort and success. But no, not for you, your soul rests in Him and Him Alone.
Gen 21:14 Hagar
I just returned eight and half hours later. All is well...but did not know for sure at the time I received the call. I will write about today on sylviassong.blogspot.com after I have a chance to catch my breath.
ReplyDeletePraise God for His amazing Grace, Mercy and Peace. How thrilling to be connected with Bible believeing Siestas who pray and believe in the power of prayer. Also to know for those who read this will pray and love me through my challenges.
Praise the Lord for each of you. Loving you in a Song I must Sing. Thank you Lord for my Siesta Sista's who even with their own situations find time to pray and love me as I am.
Sylvia
I have posted about Friday and "the call to pray" on sylviassong.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteWell as you read it you maynot recognize the call to pray but at the bottom I recognize A String of Pearls who prayed me through my Day.
Twinkle, Thank you for gifting me as you wrote about each of us who particiapte on this blog. You are indeed such an amazing gift to all of us. I love you and continue to pray for God's Grace Mercy and Peace to fill you up to overflowing.
A Song I must sing to A String of Pearls.
Grace and Peace,
Sylvia
Forever Grateful...I feel FG as she walks in the darkness with an oil lamp burning. Her steps are sure and her way is illuminated before her by the Light of the Lamp. As she enters the room she sees many needing this Light. Their lamps are empty of oil. Tears come to her as she sees them stumbling in the darkness. The Oil, they need The Oil to Light their way! She shares from her abundance. The room glows brightly from the many her Light has given Light. Slowly she looks at each face and sees Her Father's Love glowing in them. She has much, and she has given much. Blessed be the name of the Lord.
ReplyDeleteBev,
ReplyDeleteThat verse about resting between His shoulders, that has been coming to me so many times lately. I just love that visual of resting between His shoulders. We can be riding His shoulders with pure pleasure and vision. Or we can be behind Him between His shoulders as He defends us and protects us. Or we can be tucked tightly between His shoulders, our head resting on His Heart...listening to His heartbeat...as He hold us tightly. Between His Shoulders. Beautiful blessing, Bev.
I truly feel loved as we focus on these words from the Psalms. This is a holy place reading these songs of praise.
Oh my goodness, you guys! I'm a mess reading all of this! This String of Pearls is a gift I treasure! I cannot think of anything I could hold in my hand that would mean more to me! I cherish you all more than you'll ever know!
ReplyDeleteI love you!
Angie