There's this strange sensation when I feel like I'm at my limit physically. Then I take some medicine and it's as if a rod was put in my back to hold me up, and a vice around my waist to keep me from walking funny. Then I can chew, and swallow, and talk, and go from smile to frown easily. I can see well, and stay on the computer or cell phone for more than 20 minutes without my eyes getting tired. Take a pill. Sit on the couch. Close my eyes.

What a funny place this world is. This body. A vessel created to spread the Word, and an available home to the Holy Spirit. I always thought I was whole. I had things together. ACtually, I felt lie I was an adult most of my teenage and twenties, and now looking back . . . I really didn't know what I was doing. Nor do I now know everything, but I do know some things. I need a serious vault of weapons for this one and drive to pray continuously. I need to get in a rut of prayer and supplication.

Join me in reading Psalm 147, to remind us how powerful God is and how much He can do.


147:1 Praise the Lord!
For it is good to sing praises to our God;
for it is pleasant, [1] and a song of praise is fitting.
2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem;
he gathers the outcasts of Israel.
3 He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.
4 He determines the number of the stars;
he gives to all of them their names.
5 Great is our Lord, and abundant in power;
his understanding is beyond measure.
6 The Lord lifts up the humble; [2]
he casts the wicked to the ground.

7 Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving;
make melody to our God on the lyre!
8 He covers the heavens with clouds;
he prepares rain for the earth;
he makes grass grow on the hills.
9 He gives to the beasts their food,
and to the young ravens that cry.
10 His delight is not in the strength of the horse,
nor his pleasure in the legs of a man,
11 but the Lord takes pleasure in those who fear him,
in those who hope in his steadfast love.

12 Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem!
Praise your God, O Zion!
13 For he strengthens the bars of your gates;
he blesses your children within you.
14 He makes peace in your borders;
he fills you with the finest of the wheat.
15 He sends out his command to the earth;
his word runs swiftly.
16 He gives snow like wool;
he scatters hoarfrost like ashes.
17 He hurls down his crystals of ice like crumbs;
who can stand before his cold?
18 He sends out his word, and melts them;
he makes his wind blow and the waters flow.
19 He declares his word to Jacob,
his statutes and rules [3] to Israel.
20 He has not dealt thus with any other nation;
they do not know his rules. [4]
Praise the Lord!

Comments

  1. Kerri January 6, 2011 at 9:24 AM

    Love it. You have an awesome attitude! Great Psalm. Whatever would we do without the Lord??

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