Friday, August 22, 2008

Psalm 3 - A Shield for Me

Psalm 3. A Shield for Me

Lord, how increased are those who trouble me;
Many are those who rise up against me.
Many are those who say of my soul
There is no help for him in God.

What is happening , Lord? Why are people rising up against me and troubling me. What have I done? Tell me, Lord. Tell me where to go on from here. I can’t change things that have happened. People’s hearts are hardened against me. There is no trust. War has been declared against me. I wasn’t ready for battle. I have no armour. I haven’t strategized or made plans.

I know these people have no intimacy with you. I know they think relying on you is foolishness, that I have no help from your grace.

They don’t believe.

But, you, O Lord, are a shield for me,
My glory and the lifter of my head

Lord, you’ve been my shield for so long, through the worst and most ravaging times of my life. You’re the one I rely on, and you lift my head and stand me tall and go with me, assuring me that I am beloved in spite of what everyone else thinks. Despite the mistakes I make.

I cried unto the Lord with my soul,
And he heard me out of his holy hill
I laid me down and I slept;
I awaked for the Lord has sustained me.

I prayed from the deepest place in my heart, Lord, that you at least give me rest, so I could face a new day with whatever new battle I face.

I don’t remember falling asleep, but when I awoke I was refreshed, and I knew…
I knew. You put the words in my head.

I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people
Who set themselves against me round about.

Even ten thousand. You will protect me and keep me standing if I face thousands of people. I know this now. I repeat it to myself throughout the day. No one can come against me and destroy me. I don’t need to live in fear of the next attack.

Fear. What is it that I remember being taught about fear?

Fear cannot exist where there is love. The two can’t live in the same place. One is dark, and one is light. They can’t coexist.

Fear cannot exist in love.

I know I love. I know how deeply I love. I have no fear. I have only your purpose. You’ve set my priorities. You’ve shown me where I stand and what I should do. What my responsibilities are now. Today. What I need to do today.

Once again, from a place deep in the dark pit, you’ve given me peace. You’ve set my purpose aright. And, yet again, I am back in your light.

Monday, August 18, 2008


Haven't written much on this subject -- my favorite -- for some time. My life at present is spent mostly at my mother-in-law's house up the road from us. She'll be 96 in a few days, August 28th, and needs round-the-clock watching over, so we're living up there.

At first it was really hard, not because of taking care of her. That's fairly easy. But the condition of her home and just being out of my own space.

The last few days, I've noticed something happening. I feel like I'm in a TV sitcom family with the older "Granny" as part of the family, sitting with us in the morning waiting on the school bus. Sitting around her hospital bed, watching TV in the evenings... although she's not too interested in the Summer Olympics. Friends and family coming to visit every now and then, people bringing food.

Funny things. Like my husband, her son, trying to fix the house up and her wondering why. She asked me last night if we were trying to sell the house. Of course not! I said. I reminded her that her son would not even sell any of his old automobiles sitting all over the farm. They just sit there and rust away with trees growing inside them. She laughed and said, "I always wished he would get rid of those cars." I said, "Me, too. But he ain't never going to sell anything on this farm." That put her at ease.

I was cleaning out the frig and had every item sitting on top of the kitchen table. She asked, "Are we getting a new refrigerator?"

Every thing is a mystery and a puzzling thing to her. She can't remember some days whether her husband died or was still alive. She said she saw on the TV on the back of her door that my youngest son, her grandson, was put in prison. It was hard to convince her that she neither had a TV on her door or a grandson who would ever be put in prison.

What it actually, and truly, is now is a chapter in my life message. A time to savor and write about. A "Faithbook" layout. A lot of pages of layouts.

The Faithfully Yours site on the web has a lot of resources for scrapbooking your faith. Check them out.

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