As we approach Thanksgiving, I invite you to meet me in God's place of worship, or His courts. Call me crazy, but I think worship can occur anytime or anywhere. I'd like to suggest what we can bring to God's courts, what we might take away, and why they are all beneficial.
Do you have a dream, Dear Reader? Something tucked silently in your heart, or something that consumes you and your every resource?
Oh, I do hope so! I steadfastly believe the Lord places gifts in our grasp to empower the dream in our hearts.
By and large, most psalms seem to include supplication, or asking God for something. Supplications, or prayers, for healing, deliverance, refuge and safety, help, restoration, wisdom, the list goes on and on.
Last week, we began digging into the Book of Psalms. For me, it's a collection of prayers. A little research indicated that the psalms were written by numerous authors, mostly David. They seemed to have been written over a period of several years, evidently not in the order we find them in the Bible.
For a long time, psalm 18 has been one of my favorites (and attributed to David). This time as I read it, I noticed the writer's confidence in going to God.
Dear Reader, don't you love it when God teaches you something new? And do you think He may chuckle a bit when He uses something we're familiar with to teach the lesson?
That's exactly what He's been doing with me and the Book of Psalms. Even though many of my favorite scriptures reside there, it's almost as though I've never read it.
Isn't technology amazing? I love it's expediency and convenience, usually.
A month ago, I was reveling in having submitted my manuscript of Jubilee and the Stinky Fish to the agent that I had been working with. It was a step in the right direction.
Or at least I thought it was.
There they sit, manuscript notebooks, books to be read, journals to be written in, grants to be researched. They sit, untouched, and glare at me. Their silent accusations of my inactivity.
I'd planned so carefully for these weeks. Naively I had looked forward to being confined to my rehab room.
And now, I can't even find my very practical and short to-do list. I feel as though I've lost my compass.
Hi, my name is Alice. A Way with Words s about sharing faith, fun, & encouragement. Thanks for stopping by! I hope you find a little something to take with you.
On Sale Now!
Life with Bobby and Bonnie
Grab and share
Here's a few friends I enjoy visiting each week.