Kootenay River
You visit the earth and water it; you greatly enrich it; the river of God is full of water.
(Psalm 65:9)
Tag: psalm
Commendation
Photo: On the road to Jasper
I will extol you, my God and King,
and bless your name forever and ever.
Every day I will bless you
and praise your name forever and ever.
Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised,
and his greatness is unsearchable.
One generation shall commend your works to another,
and shall declare your mighty acts.
On the glorious splendor of your majesty,
and on your wondrous works, I will meditate.
They shall speak of the might of your awesome deeds,
and I will declare your greatness.
They shall pour forth the fame of your abundant goodness
and shall sing aloud of your righteousness.
(Psalm 145)
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Windmills and green grass
Photo: Windmills -on my way home this afternoon
Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving;
make melody to our God on the lyre!
He covers the heavens with clouds;
he prepares rain for the earth;
he makes grass grow on the hills.
(Psalm 147:7-8)
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Flowering almond
Photo: flowering almond
For You have made me rejoice, Lord,
by what You have done;
I will shout for joy
because of the works of Your hands.
Psalm92:4
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Then sings my soul
Photo: Taken on a walk with wonderful companions on my friend’s ranch this morning
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How blessed I am to have friends who love the Lord and love each other
-and don’t try to put each others doctrinal ducks in a row.
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Worship in the plum tree cathedral
Photo: Plum blossom
One thing have I asked of the Lord,
that will I seek after:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life,
to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord
and to inquire in his temple.
Psalm 27:4
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Therefore I remember
Someone asked me recently, “What is the difference between heartache and depression?” Having known both I could answer, “Heartache causes you to cry out, in your pain, to the God of hope; depression causes you to lose sight of hope.”
I do not believe that humankind faces any greater pain than the loss of hope. I’ve had a lot of painful physical problems in my life, but none so bad that I wanted to die just so the pain would stop. Depression made me want to die.
I was familiar with the sense that the dark clouds were again descending and feeling helpless to stop the storm that sucked all the colour out of my life. If you understand what I mean by this, I urge you to keep your eyes on the sliver of light on the horizon, and when it disappears, to cling by faith to the memory and certain hope that light is indeed still there and will again arise in the dark. And if that fails, cling to someone who can carry faith for you.
The psalmist understood this pain.
As a deer longs for streams of water,
so I long for You, God.
I thirst for God, the living God.
When can I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
while all day long people say to me,
“Where is your God?”
I remember this as I pour out my heart:
how I walked with many,
leading the festive procession to the house of God,
with joyful and thankful shouts.
Why am I so depressed?
Why this turmoil within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will still praise Him,
my Savior and my God.
I am deeply depressed;
therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan
and the peaks of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls;
all Your breakers and Your billows have swept over me.
The LORD will send His faithful love by day;
His song will be with me in the night—
a prayer to the God of my life.
I will say to God, my rock,
“Why have You forgotten me?
Why must I go about in sorrow
because of the enemy’s oppression?”
My adversaries taunt me,
as if crushing my bones,
while all day long they say to me,
“Where is your God?”
Why am I so depressed?
Why this turmoil within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will still praise Him,
my Savior and my God. –Psalm 42
There is no pain or humiliation that Jesus does not understand.
There is hope! After 40 years of seeing that darkness descend again and again I am finally free. I am so happy -yes happy- to be alive! The God of hope is faithful to his promises. He is so good! He is so very, very good and I praise him with all my joyful heart!
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My Psalm
Like a child standing on tip-toe,
unable to reach the light switch,
like a girl groping cellar walls,
unable to find the stairs
I waited in the dark.
The drone of traffic in the streets
in rising and lowering songless pitch
neared my heart
then passed me by,
hope deferred yet once again.
I cried, “Oh God! Where are you?”
Pouring my effort into limp flowers
potted in dessicated soil
I watched as it seeped through again and again
staining the white tablecloth beneath.
“I can never be good enough,” I whimpered.
But you,
Abba
Papa
Father
said, “Come.”
You placed your strong arms under mine
and lifted me up.
You tossed me high
into the sunlight
and caught me with your grace
stronger than any fear of failure.
You held me in your lap wide as a green orchard
and fed me words from your mouth.
Abba, you are my light in the hall.
Papa, you are hope like the door left ajar.
Father, I hear you in the kitchen preparing a feast for me.
You are my strength, my light, my hope, my joy.
I love you.
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