My kitty loves me so but her ankle nibbles are no substitution for a companion in conversation (and gardening). This tools got some rust spots. When can the sharpening begin? Maybe this morning reading is part of that.
Of David.
The LORD is my light and my salvation;
whom shall I fear?
The LORD is the stronghold of my life;
of whom shall I be afraid? — Psa 27:1 ESV
He alone is my light. I know the Lord of Lights. But I also know the tremors, from the fear as an abused puppy.
When can I work in the temple? I would say I've asked that before but I honestly don't know. A funny thing- to have desires but not know if they are expressed. And who's to say that thats really what's good for me. I don't even know what's good for me.
One thing I have asked from the LORD, that I shall seek:
That I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life,
To behold the beauty of the LORD
And to meditate in His temple. — Psa 27:4 NASB95
For in the day of trouble He will conceal me in His tabernacle;
In the secret place of His tent He will hide me;
He will lift me up on a rock. — Psa 27:5 NASB95
Hide me Lord, for I have found myself in trouble The shame and guilt combined is a poisonous mixology. Some warranted, others by the distributive property of one-flesh. I seek refuge.
Hear, O LORD, when I cry aloud;
be gracious to me and answer me! — Psa 27:7 ESV
Once upon a night I heard you so clear. Could you please direct my every step? Some are hard. Others I sprint forward in confidence, only to stumble. Is this the way it is to be?
Do not hide Your face from me,
Do not turn Your servant away in anger;
You have been my help;
Do not abandon me nor forsake me,
O God of my salvation! — Psa 27:9 NASB95
I get what Davids at here. I know it...but I also feel it differently. Can you remind me?
Teach me your way, O LORD,
and lead me on a level path
because of my enemies. — Psa 27:11 ESV
Some have angry neighbors. Others family. Thankfully no one has tried to kill me... yet. Why do I fear? I know the one that drives out fear, yet I still am crowded by enemies of my faith and convictions.
Give me not up to the will of my adversaries;
for false witnesses have risen against me,
and they breathe out violence. — Psa 27:12 ESV
Their breath is putrid. My body aches in their presence. Can you strengthen me and lend me grit and resolve to withstand even just their presence? I fear the intolerance, for with much indigestion there breeds contempt but that is not the way, or the truth, or the life.
Wait for the LORD;
be strong, and let your heart take courage;
wait for the LORD! — Psa 27:14 ESV
Teach me to wait well my King. Guard me with your army, lift my weary spirit. I wish to say: sadness can't catch me but I find myself in the predicament. Give me strength to hold to Your hope, for it is the hope that changes everything. Change me and make me, oh my Lord.
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