<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506</id><updated>2011-10-23T22:20:40.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Water</title><subtitle type='html'>My personal prayer journal</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-4131663698115868871</id><published>2010-10-28T13:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T17:38:16.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 69  Humility in the Kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then I will praise God's name with singing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  and I will honor him with thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;31&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For this will please the L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="textSC"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; more than sacrificing cattle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  more than presenting a bull with its horns and hooves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;32&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The humble will see their God at work and be glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Let all who seek God's help be encouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For the L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="textSC"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hears the cries of the needy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  he does not despise his imprisoned people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, let me see you at work at be glad!  Keep me from wanting to see my work be done and boast!  My heart is so deceitful, Lord; I cannot know it.  However, you always know it.  Like the king in Proverbs 21, let my heart be like a stream of water in your hands; direct it as it pleases You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, forgive me for seeing your work and lamenting because it wasn't the way that I wanted it.  Spirit, let me hear your voice as you direct my heart.  Jesus, be glorified as we lift you up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-4131663698115868871?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/4131663698115868871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=4131663698115868871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/4131663698115868871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/4131663698115868871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2010/10/psalm-69-humility-in-kingdom.html' title='Psalm 69  Humility in the Kingdom'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-5951071335497137262</id><published>2010-03-04T13:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:17:29.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perplexed, but not driven to despair</title><content type='html'>Time seems to pass so quickly these days.  33?  I know that seems young to some of you, but part of me feels like I was just a kid a few days ago.  It makes me wonder what I am doing with my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 33, I have five beautiful children from the perfect husband.  When we started out, I had so many plans for my family.  I knew what kind of Mom I would be, how our household would run, what I would teach my children, how I would point them to Jesus.  As I sit here today and recall the life that I envisioned for myself back then, I don't recognize the woman in the vision.  It certainly isn't me!  Where did that woman go?  And where did this selfish, quick-tempered, lazy, half-hearted mother come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, this woman was me all along, I just didn't know it.  It took the course of everyday life to show me.  It was easy to play all of this out in my mind... not so easy to live it.  For all of the desires and plans that I had of pouring myself into my family and showing them the love of Jesus, when the truth is revealed, it turns out I am one of the most lazy, selfish people I know.  I spend most of my time trying to figure out how to get what I want, whether that be quiet, or time to play music uninterrupted, or a way to get out of making dinner, or countless other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I have known myself to be this way for years now, and I have determined time after time to change it, and I can't (or don't want to.)  So what's the point?  Why keep trying?  Why not just give up and go my own way?  I mean, if I am so displeased with who I am, surely the Perfect and Holy God is even more displeased and has no intention of continuing to bless my life, anyway!  Sounds like a logical time to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, in my despair, when my soul is parched and faints within me, the Lord draws me to the well of His Living Water and I read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v58010014-1"&gt;14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For by a single offering he has perfected for all time those who are being sanctified... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v58010023-1"&gt;23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for he who promised is faithful. (Hebrews 10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v48005005-1"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For through the Spirit, by faith, we ourselves eagerly wait for the hope of righteousness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v48005006-1"&gt;(Galatians 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v55004008-1"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award to me on that Day, and not only to me but also to all who have loved his appearing... 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v55004018-1"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lord will rescue me from every evil deed and bring me safely into his heavenly kingdom. To him be the glory forever and ever. (2 Timothy 4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num woc" id="v40011028-1"&gt;28 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="woc"&gt;Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num woc" id="v40011029-1"&gt;29 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="woc"&gt;Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num woc" id="v40011030-1"&gt;30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="woc"&gt;For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” (Matthew 11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Hallelujah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For the Lord our God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Almighty reigns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v66019007-1"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let us rejoice and exult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and give him the glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for the marriage of the Lamb has come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and his Bride has made herself ready;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v66019008-1"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was granted her to clothe herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with fine linen, bright and pure" (Revelation 19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="woc"&gt;“The time has come, and the kingdom of God is at hand; repent and believe the good news.”&lt;/span&gt; Mark 1:15&lt;br /&gt;(and the list of scripture that the Lord has used in my heart today goes on and on!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is this:  Jesus has come to fulfill the law... Jesus has come to be the single offering... Jesus has perfected me... Jesus has bid my children come to him... and He will make His call effectual in His will and timing... Jesus is who my blessing depends on, not me... Jesus is calling me to repent of my prideful self-assessment and believe the Good News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, you are so gracious, and so sweet the way that you have drawn me to you.  I am proud and stubborn and I want to assess my good works. And when they are lacking, I am surprised?  In the midst of my pride, you have led me to the blessed truth once again.  He who has promised is faithful!  I am not faithful, and I cannot expect to be, YOU are faithful.  And the reason that you had to make such great a sacrifice is because I can't be trusted.  Thank you for the freedom found in renouncing my ability to reform myself.  Let me rest in you, for your burden is light.  Shine through me and allow my children to see you, and not me.  Oh, go ahead, show them how spiritually bankrupt I am!  And let them see that they are the same.  But then show them that the debt has been paid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore you, Lord, and I long for more and more of you until one day... my joy will be full in your presence."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-5951071335497137262?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/5951071335497137262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=5951071335497137262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/5951071335497137262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/5951071335497137262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2010/03/perplexed-but-not-driven-to-despair.html' title='Perplexed, but not driven to despair'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-2379381728242258407</id><published>2010-02-24T13:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:57:02.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Servants Have Empty Hands</title><content type='html'>For the last week I have been drawing the Living Water from a slightly different well than usual.  I have been reading Comforts from the Cross and meditating and praying through the scriptures given and the wisdom with which God has blessed Elyse Fitzpatrick.  My mother-in-law, Nancy (who also happens to be one of my dearest friends,) has been my drinking buddy.  We both read a chapter in the morning and email one another any thoughts or insights.  This morning, I was deeply moved by the reading and I wanted to post my thoughts here, but couldn't seem to find the words.  When I read Nancy's commentary, it seemed to be just what I wanted to say!  So I asked her if I could share here.  I hope you are blessed by it, and I hope you can feel the joy in her words the way that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Our reading today was based mostly on &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Luke+23%3A+32-43"&gt;Luke 23: 32-43&lt;/a&gt;.  Jesus and the two criminals crucified beside him.  If you haven't read it recently I invite you to click on the link above and read it.)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am feeling closer to God with each chapter I read from this book! I am getting closer to that place where I was the day I called out to Him, "Jesus, remember me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am learning to come to Jesus, each day, each hour, each minute in the same standing I came to Him the first time I came... destitute. Because in reality, nothing's changed without the work of the Lord! I haven't cleaned myself up one tiny bit!  None of my own efforts at righteousness can ever get me past the point of destitution!  Oh... doesn't that make God all the more glorious!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Both criminals on the cross beside Jesus asked to be saved! I had never really seen it from the perspective Elyse showed. I can see now, that I have lived as both of these persons! The first time I came to Christ, I was the humble and contrite sinner, asking Him to remember me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I became more legalistic in my approach, I became the proud and arrogant sinner, wanting to be sure Jesus recognized all I was doing to prove my love. Yes, you have saved me... I want to make you glad you did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then I read from this chapter... and I quote, " He doesn't even wish I were a bit nicer..."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That would have seemed utterly preposterous to me a month ago! Now I see it differently.  When God desires me to be nice, it is He who causes it to be so. The glory is always His...never mine!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know I have used the expression, "All t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he glory goes to God".  But didn't really understand what I was even saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I haven't felt for a very long time that I could tell Jesus I loved Him and was thankful for my pardon without feeling obligated to Him. But in the beginning, I sure did. At the moment of my salvation, I felt more love and gratitude for God than at anytime since!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Standing there with empty hands... I couldn't help but express it!  My heart cried out to praise Him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Standing before God with empty hands, makes His grace so much sweeter...so much more humbling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll never love Him perfectly until I'm with Him face to face. But I can still express it today! I can still say to Jesus, " I really do love you with all that I am in the flesh, in the only way a redeemed sinner is capable of...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Based on the peace and joy I receive from Him, I know He's still answering me today, the same way He did then, "I know you do...I believe you, because it is I who has given you that ability to know me, love me, and worship me as your Savior."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm seeing servanthood in a new way.  I'm seeing my act of servanthood as always remembering who God is, and who I am. I'm seeing servanthood as an act of keeping my heart inclined toward Him and not myself. I'm seeing my servanthood wrapped up in "being for Him"  and not  "doing for Him".  By my being a child of God, He has my works laid out for me.  All of my abilities and acts are prepared for me beforehand according to God's will... not mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And yet in the end, knowing it is God who has done it all, He'll still say, "Well done, good and faithful servant" ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How great is our God!                                                              &lt;br /&gt;~Nancy Livingston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Nancy, for helping to incline my heart back toward Christ and away from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, today I thank you for your amazing grace.  It becomes more and more amazing to me each time I look at it.  Thank you for being a fountain of Living Waters that never runs dry.  You are never boring!  I never tire of seeing who you are.  Just when I think I have it figured out, you show me more.  I thank you that when you gave me the perfect husband, you threw in a bonus that not everyone gets, a mother-in-law that is a dear sister in Christ who can encourage and lift me up, and turn me to the cross!  I thank you for the gifts you have given me in this life, and, Lord, I pray that you would continue to incline my heart more toward you, so that the gifts that you have given me will flow freely back into Your Kingdom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-2379381728242258407?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/2379381728242258407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=2379381728242258407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/2379381728242258407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/2379381728242258407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2010/02/real-servants-have-empty-hands.html' title='Real Servants Have Empty Hands'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-6486515740868589292</id><published>2010-02-18T09:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:13:43.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rescue</title><content type='html'>After sharing a burden with a dear friend this week, she encouraged me to read and meditate on Romans 7.  I did.  Then I came across the very same passage and encouragement in my devotional today.  Since I'm overflowing with these thoughts, I think it is time to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Romans+7"&gt;Romans 7 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="p45007001.05-1"&gt;&lt;span class="chapter-num" id="v45007001-1"&gt;7:1 &lt;/span&gt;Or do you not know, brothers&lt;span class="footnote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;—for I am speaking to those who know the law—that the law is binding on a person only as long as he lives? &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v45007002-1"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;For a married woman is bound by law to her husband while he lives, but if her husband dies she is released from the law of marriage.&lt;span class="footnote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v45007003-1"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;Accordingly, she will be called an adulteress if she lives with another man while her husband is alive. But if her husband dies, she is free from that law, and if she marries another man she is not an adulteress.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v45007004-1"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Likewise, my brothers, you also have died to the law through the body of Christ, so that you may belong to another, to him who has been raised from the dead, in order that we may bear fruit for God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v45007005-1"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For while we were living in the flesh, our sinful passions, aroused by the law, were at work in our members to bear fruit for death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v45007006-1"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But now we are released from the law, having died to that which held us captive, so that we serve in the new way of the Spirit and not in the old way of the written code.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without much thinking, we can see that the language concerning the law here is pretty radical.  We are "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;released&lt;/span&gt; from the law, having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt; to that which held us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;captive&lt;/span&gt;."  The law here sounds like an oppressive dictator.  You get the feeling that you were like a Jew who narrowly escaped the clutches of Hitler and his Nazis and you were taken to a free country never to return.  Or that you were a slave living in the household of a cruel master who used you and abused you, and your true love has given all that he has to bargain for your release, and put you in a white dress, and carried you away to a life of love that you didn't even have the capacity to dream of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concept amazes me anew every time I allow it to penetrate my stubborn mind.  Think about the slave example.  How would your true love, now your husband, take it if instead of basking in his love, you are constantly trying to find a way back to that slavemaster to fulfill your duties to him?  That would be ridiculous!  This is the point that Paul is making in Romans 7 about the law.  We are FREE from it.  Why do we keep returning to it only to be crushed under the weight of its condemnation?  The law has absolutely no power over me and I am not bound to it.  My true love came to rescue me, and I don't have to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're like me, you're getting nervous for me about now.  You're wondering what grievous sin I'm going to fall into after allowing myself to think this way.  Before we go down that road, let's look back at the text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4Likewise, my brothers, you also have died to the law through the body of Christ, so that you may belong to another, to him who has been raised from the dead, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in order that we may bear fruit for God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, in our flesh, we fear that straying too far from the law and rules and boundaries will cause us to stop bearing fruit for God, Paul says that we are RELEASED from the law so that we CAN bear fruit for God!  Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v45007005-1"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For while we were living in the flesh, our sinful passions, aroused by the law, were at work in our members to bear fruit for death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to verse five our sinful passions are aroused by the law and bear fruit for death!  So, maybe holding ourselves under the law doesn't produce good fruit at all.  If you haven't read it lately, I encourage you to read all of Romans 7, it is wonderful.  Paul illustrates the vicious cycle of sin, guilt, and more sin that takes place when we focus on the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if we can't impose rules on ourselves, how can we produce fruit for God?  Elyse Fitzpatrick puts it this way in Comforts from the Cross.  "It is utterly impossible that my sinful heart could ever be conquered by anything but God's love and lavish grace."  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v45007025-1"&gt;25 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, Lord, for rescuing me!  Thank you for riding in on your white horse and stealing me away from my oppressor, the law.  Forgive me that I keep trying to go back to it to fulfill my duty when what you want from me is to see that I delight in your love.  Help me to trust you, that you have prepared the good works that you want me to walk in, and you will guide me to them as I delight in You!  I do not need to seek out rules to follow in order to bear fruit for Your Kingdom.  Lord, you are amazing.  Everything about you is so far above me and beyond my capacity to understand.  Allow me to fall on your grace and just trust you.  My own reasoning always leads me astray.  Thank you for opening my eyes to more of your beauty today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="footnote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-6486515740868589292?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/6486515740868589292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=6486515740868589292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/6486515740868589292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/6486515740868589292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2010/02/rescue.html' title='The Rescue'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-1357807993266385054</id><published>2010-02-15T09:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:35:24.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comforts from the Cross</title><content type='html'>I have begun a daily devotional called "Comforts from the Cross" by Elyse Fitzpatrick.  I thank God for gospel-centered books and authors.  It is so refreshing to read books and articles that point me to the gospel rather than leave me looking inward at myself and my sin.  And this is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there is a time for self-examination, but it should never overshadow meditation on Christ and the cross!  Here is a quote from Robert M. M'Cheyne that really touched me this morning as I thought about self-examination and the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Now, do not look so long and harassingly at your own heart and feelings.  What will you find there but the bite of the serpent?  You were shapen in iniquity, and the whole of your natural life has been spent in sin.  The more God opens your eyes, the more you will feel that you are lost in yourself.  This is your disease.  Now for the remedy.  Look to Christ; for the glorious Son of God so loved lost souls, that he took on him a body and died for us--bore our curse, and obeyed the law in our place.  Look to Him and live.  You need no preparation, you need no endeavours, you need no duties, you need no strivings, you only need to look and live... Do not take up your time so much with studying your heart as with studying Christ's heart. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'For one look at yourself, take ten looks at Christ!'&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 1:10 ratio of looking at self and looking at Christ seems to be the opposite proportion of what we see in bookstores and on the internet.  The How-To and How-Not-To books seem to far outweigh the Here, Have a Drink of the Living Water books.  Reading and contemplating how to be more Christ-like somehow doesn't quench my thirst the way that reading about and contemplating Christ does.  I think maybe it is designed that way. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit," 2 Cor. 3:18. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this text, as we behold the glory of the Lord, we are being transformed into His image.  So, in contrast, if I am constantly beholding myself, looking inward, into what am I being transformed?  Scary thought!  I certainly don't want more of myself! "Jesus, Savior more of thee, Come and ruin me with Your love, So no other is enough."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lord, do come and ruin me with Your love!  I am so weary of contemplating myself.  Thank you for brothers and sisters in Christ who point me to You. Not only the ones near to me, but the authors and teachers who have labored for Your glory and have kept You at the center of all that they write and teach.  Show me my sin for what it is, Lord, dark, disgusting and wretched.  But I will be devastated if you don't then show me Your glory, bright, infinitely beautiful, and given to me at the cross!  Let me be transformed into the image of Christ as I gaze on His beauty.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-1357807993266385054?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/1357807993266385054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=1357807993266385054' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/1357807993266385054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/1357807993266385054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2010/02/comforts-from-cross.html' title='Comforts from the Cross'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-8326764055223105903</id><published>2010-01-26T12:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:02:05.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash over me, till I can't be seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/playlist/Watermark/23607831"&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="191"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=19227177&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;bbg=000000&amp;amp;bfg=666666&amp;amp;bt=FFFFFF&amp;amp;bth=000000&amp;amp;pbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pbgh=666666&amp;amp;pfg=000000&amp;amp;pfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;si=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbgh=666666&amp;amp;lfg=000000&amp;amp;lfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sb=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sbh=666666&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="191" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=19227177&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;bbg=000000&amp;amp;bfg=666666&amp;amp;bt=FFFFFF&amp;amp;bth=000000&amp;amp;pbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pbgh=666666&amp;amp;pfg=000000&amp;amp;pfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;si=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbgh=666666&amp;amp;lfg=000000&amp;amp;lfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sb=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sbh=666666&amp;amp;p=0" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend for life, Who took my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cleansing flood, You remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wash over me, Till I can't be seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living Water swallow me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deepest river wash me clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus, Savior more of thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus, more of thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come and ruin me with Your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So no other is enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come and leave Your mark on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus, more of thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus, more of thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend for life, I'll carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through the power Of this flood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let it spill over, over, Till I can't be seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deep is the stain, Inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But deeper the river, That washes me clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been the one Who cries in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you've been, The friend of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an older song and was never a single, but the words are so precious.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I join Watermark in this prayer today!  Swallow me, wash me clean, wash over me until I can't be seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-8326764055223105903?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/8326764055223105903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=8326764055223105903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/8326764055223105903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/8326764055223105903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2010/01/wash-over-me-till-i-cant-be-seen.html' title='Wash over me, till I can&apos;t be seen'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-7387919489182325266</id><published>2010-01-13T07:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:00:26.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Ephesians+5%3A+15-21"&gt;Ephesians 5:15-21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49005018-1"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And do not get drunk with wine, for that is debauchery, but be filled with the Spirit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession: I love wine.  I don't think I've ever tasted a wine that I didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get drunk with wine, but there was a time when I did (well not wine, but similar things.)  Today, after one glass or two, I know that's it.  Limit reached.  No more.  God has graciously taken away the screaming voice inside my head telling me I need more.  But there is still a whisper.  I have to exercise self-control every time because I know that it is best for me. I know that one more glass will not bring the joy that it promises, in fact it will bring the opposite, guilt and misery.  Over indulgence in alcohol is at the center of so many bad memories and regrets in my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I meant for evil, God meant for good! (Gen 50:20)  Because of my past, when I read this passage today I am intimately familiar with the deep desire for the good feeling that comes with too much wine.  I also know that the good feeling only lasts for a little while, usually followed by thoughts or acts that bring destruction and depression.  Isn't it interesting that alcohol can make you feel so good for a short time, when it is really a depressant?  It actually brings you down.  Maybe God did that on purpose.  To me, alcohol is symbolic of everything that this world has to offer.  It promises happiness and fulfillment, fun and excitement, and what it truly brings is misery and emptiness, death and destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it that God, through Paul, uses this comparison here.  Do not be drunk with wine, be filled with the Spirit.  It is proof that God uses His commands not only for His glory, but for our joy.  The wine brings empty promises, but the Spirit brings that life that we are longing for when we go after the wine!  The Lord doesn't want us to be satisfied with just wine, that's a sissy drink!  Sure, wine is enjoyable when taken in moderation, and I believe that He gave it to us as a gift, to "gladden" our hearts &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Psalm+104%3A14-15"&gt;(Psalm 104:15)&lt;/a&gt;.  But, as with all of His gifts, it serves to point us to the giver.  He invites us to come over and drink the real thing, the drink of the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where can I find this drink?  How can I be drunk (filled) with the Spirit?  Easy.  How do I get drunk with wine?  Drink it.  Drink a lot of it!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus stood up and cried out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="woc"&gt;"If anyone thirsts, let him come to me and drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num woc" id="v43007038-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="woc"&gt;Whoever believes in me, as&lt;span class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the Scripture has said, ‘Out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v43007039-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now this he said about the Spirit..&lt;/span&gt;. (John 7:37-39)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To drink of the Living Water we need to pick up the bottle (the Bible!)  And because this drink (the Spirit) does not submit to us as a bottle does, but goes wherever He pleases... we also need to pray for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With wine, I feel the desire, but I have to exercise restraint.  With the Spirit, the Lord says, drink freely, drink often, drink much!  What a freedom!  The one thing in life that will deliver what it promises and I am allowed to get drunk on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, teach my heart not to be satisfied with what this world has to offer.  There is so much more!  You have given us life-giving water, and so many times I refuse to drink!  If you set a bottle of good wine before me and told me to drink, I doubt that I would hesitate.  How childish are my desires.  Teach me to have "child-like" desires instead.  Give me the child-like faith that believes you when you say that if I drink of your water I will never be thirsty again!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-7387919489182325266?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/7387919489182325266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=7387919489182325266' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/7387919489182325266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/7387919489182325266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-drunk.html' title='Getting Drunk'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-8895258270051363715</id><published>2010-01-07T08:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:19:45.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reckless Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Mark+14"&gt;Mark 14: 1-10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v41014003-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And while he was at Bethany in the house of Simon the leper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; as he was reclining at table, a woman came with an alabaster flask of ointment of pure nard, very costly, and she broke the flask and poured it over his head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v41014004-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v41014004-1"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There were some who said to themselves indignantly, “Why was the ointment wasted like that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v41014005-1"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For this ointment could have been sold for more than three hundred denarii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and given to the poor.” And they scolded her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely without calculating and without deliberating, this woman poured out the most valuable thing she had in an act of impulsive love toward Jesus.  For us conservative christian types this looks... well... stupid.  How did that help anything?  What does anyone have to show for it?  Apparently that is exactly what some of those in the room thought as well.  And they scolded her for it.  I can't imagine that being scolded in public is very much fun.  Especially when she was involved in something that was deeply emotional.  Maybe we wouldn't have scolded her out loud, but for some of us, our conservative sensibilities tell us that she was being overly emotional and she could have found a better use for her possessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus disagrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v41014006-1"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But Jesus said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="woc"&gt;“Leave her alone. Why do you trouble her? She has done a beautiful thing to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num woc" id="v41014007-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; (The way that Jesus came to her rescue here brought me to tears this morning as I prayed through this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so inclined to be like those in the room and calculate what I give of myself.  I do it constantly.  With my children, with my husband, with my friends, with my service to the Lord in every area.  Now, I know that it is wise to decide what is the best use of my time, and that I can't say yes to everything, but is wisdom always my motive, or is it usually just selfishness?  Like, if I give this much, there's not much left for me.  Wisdom is desirable, but I think that this passage shows us that there is a time to just be "irresponsible" and pour out everything you have just because you love Jesus that much.  No calculating, no wondering what the outcome will be, no wondering if everyone will think you're crazy, just give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, grant me the faith and the love that this woman had.  Let me break open this jar and pour out my life to you with reckless abandon.  It is so easy for me to deliberate over choices and weigh options so long that I don't do anything.  It is so easy to always wonder if I could be doing something different.  Lord, show me what you would have me do, and let me jump in with both feet and pour my life out for the cause of Your Kingdom.  Not only in the big things, but in everyday choices.  Let me be used up for you, and stop holding so much back for myself and my selfish desires!  Help me to see your beauty and know that anything that I hold back is only keeping me from the true happiness and fulfillment that can only be found in You.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-8895258270051363715?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/8895258270051363715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=8895258270051363715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/8895258270051363715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/8895258270051363715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2010/01/reckless-love.html' title='Reckless Love'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-8323397661163800446</id><published>2010-01-04T12:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:24:57.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dependence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=isaiah+42"&gt;Isaiah 42: 1-4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="chapter-num" id="v23042001-1"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behold my servant, whom I uphold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my chosen, in whom my soul delights;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I have put my Spirit upon him;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he will bring forth justice to the nations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v23042002-1"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He will not cry aloud or lift up his voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or make it heard in the street;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v23042003-1"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bruised reed he will not break,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and a faintly burning wick he will not quench;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he will faithfully bring forth justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v23042004-1"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He will not grow faint or be discouraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;till he has established justice in the earth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the coastlands wait for his law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my reading this morning I came across these verses as an illustration of the perfect servant.  I have always known this passage as a description of Christ, but never thought about it specifically as something for me to try to imitate.  The author of the &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://www.amazon.com/Spiritual-Discipleship-Principles-Following-Believer/dp/0802482511/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1262626310&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; I am reading says, "Christ the promised Messiah, rendered the perfect devotion and service that Israel had failed to give and met the highest ideals of both His Father and of man... Isaiah depicts the ideal Servant of Jehovah and the qualities He will display." (J. Oswald Sanders)  Of course, in the New Testament we get to see Jesus display these qualities and we are told to imitate them (&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=john+13%3A12-16"&gt;John 13:12-16&lt;/a&gt;, among others.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These verses are packed full of attributes, and I invite you to meditate on all of them, but one of them really pierced my heart today.  The very first words, "Behold, my servant whom I uphold..." are filled with life application for me!  Jesus' dependence on the Father is such a beautiful mystery.  If the Father was upholding Jesus while He was on this earth (at the same time Jesus was upholding the universe,) then how much more do I need Him to uphold me?  My dependence on Him is all-encompassing!  I need Him for everything, from wisdom in ministry right down to the breath that I just took.  Jesus, who created everything with just his words, displays utter dependence on the Father.  And, I, who can't even take my own breath without him, let alone create something else, act like I've got everything under control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading these verses this morning after yesterday hearing my husband preach a message out of Luke about the mystery of the incarnation and Christ's dependence on the Father and the Spirit, leads me to believe that the Spirit is wanting me to GET this message right now.  The Lord has offered me some new ministry opportunities recently and He is faithful in teaching me the lessons that I will need in order to shine for Him.  I have nothing to offer anyone but the living water that flows from the Lord!  So if I am not completely dependent on Him in ministry then I am really giving nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, teach me to fall on you!  Show me what it means to depend on you for everything.  Let me humble myself so that your name can be lifted up.  I can't even give my family what they need apart from your Living Water.  I lift up my cup, Lord, fill it to overflowing so that your love and truth spill over onto those around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-8323397661163800446?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/8323397661163800446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=8323397661163800446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/8323397661163800446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/8323397661163800446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2010/01/dependence.html' title='Dependence'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-5179965185423431061</id><published>2009-12-18T14:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T15:49:52.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enabling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="woc"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num woc" id="v42006028-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you. (Luke 7:27-28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Familiar passage right?  Love your enemies, pray for them, do good to them, I know, I get it, I do that (sometimes.)  Don't I?  I have struggled with these words and what they really mean.  Who is my enemy?  Who is it that curses me or abuses me?  And what does it mean to "do good" to them or to "bless" them?  Isn't it just enabling them at some point if they just keep on cursing and hating and abusing? Isn't it simply unjust to continue doing good to someone who doesn't act grateful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have prayed and cried, and been outraged and angry, and overjoyed and delighted, and hurt and lonely, and humbled and grateful because of these verses many times in the last several months.  I have felt betrayed by those "enemies" I have tried to bless, and I have felt betrayed by other believers who have questioned my "blessing."  I have been sure that I am right and that I am loving the way that Jesus loved, and other times I have been sure that my skeptics are right and my "doing good" is just enabling people to continue in sinful patterns.  These things seem so easy to figure out, until you actually DO them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my husband read me this passage (because he is preaching through Luke right now) and I was amazed at the rest of the story here.  I always read over it so quickly before.  Here is the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p id="p42006027.04-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num woc" id="v42006027-1"&gt;Luke 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="p42006027.04-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num woc" id="v42006027-1"&gt;27 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;“But I say to you who hear, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num woc" id="v42006028-1"&gt;28 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num woc" id="v42006029-1"&gt;29 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;To one who strikes you on the cheek, offer the other also, and from one who takes away your cloak do not withhold your tunic&lt;span class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;either.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num woc" id="v42006030-1"&gt;30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;Give to everyone who begs from you, and from one who takes away your goods do not demand them back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num woc" id="v42006031-1"&gt;31 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="p42006032.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num woc" id="v42006032-1"&gt;32 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;“If you love those who love you, what benefit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num woc" id="v42006033-1"&gt;33 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;And if you do good to those who do good to you, what benefit is that to you? For even sinners do the same.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num woc" id="v42006034-1"&gt;34 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;And if you lend to those from whom you expect to receive, what credit is that to you? Even sinners lend to sinners, to get back the same amount.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num woc" id="v42006035-1"&gt;35 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;But love your enemies, and do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return, and your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High, for he is kind to the ungrateful and the evil.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num woc" id="v42006036-1"&gt;36 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;Be merciful, even as your Father is merciful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p42006032.01-1"&gt;There is so much here, and I won't bore you with my thoughts on all of it, but a couple things really hit me upside the head today.  "&lt;span class="woc"&gt;from one who takes away your cloak do not withhold your tunic&lt;span class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;either."  and "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;Give to everyone who begs from you, and from one who takes away your goods do not demand them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  This is REALLY radical!  Is there ever a time when you can give too much?  Seriously? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p42006032.01-1"&gt;When someone steals from you and then comes and asks you to help them, what do  you do? (v. 29b)  If you are tempted to say, "well if they repent of stealing from me then maybe I would help them," look again at the verses... they never mention repentance.  Jesus is talking about ENEMIES here!  Those who curse you and abuse you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p42006032.01-1"&gt;When someone needs your help (I'm talking real, tangible, uncomfortable, financial, burden-yourself help) and you KNOW that they are going to go out the next day and buy cigarettes and beer and run themselves into debt again, what do you do? (v. 30)  Again, Jesus never mentions anyone "getting their act together,"  he just says "give to everyone... do not demand... love... bless... pray... offer... lend... be merciful"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;Is God "enabling" me every time He gives me another breath knowing that, more often than not, I am going to use that breath to build my own kingdom rather than His?  Is He "enabling" me every time He gives me a penny, knowing that, more often than not, I am going to use it to fulfill my own temporary desires rather than further the cause of Christ?  Probably.  But He keeps on giving! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num woc" id="v42006035-1"&gt;35 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="woc"&gt;But love your enemies, and do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return, and your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High, for he is kind to the ungrateful and the evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num woc" id="v42006036-1"&gt;36 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be merciful, even as your Father is merciful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;He is kind to the ungrateful and the evil.  Wow!  This is an amazing love, and one that I think we are supposed to emulate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;Not easy, but freeing.  I think it's OK to love!  I think it's OK to err on the side of grace.  I think it's OK to help someone who squanders away your blessing.  God does it with me everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to love better, to love more, and to love freely.  Keep me focused on the "great reward" to come, when I will be allowed to live an eternity in Your presence where there is fullness of joy and pleasures forevermore.  Let the consequences of giving freely in this fallen world be overshadowed in my heart by the thought of the joy that awaits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p id="p42006032.01-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-5179965185423431061?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/5179965185423431061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=5179965185423431061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/5179965185423431061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/5179965185423431061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/12/enabling.html' title='Enabling?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-7527705582378773742</id><published>2009-11-24T08:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:22:47.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When my world is shaking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlL8LayF0uw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlL8LayF0uw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Heaven stands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-7527705582378773742?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/7527705582378773742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=7527705582378773742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/7527705582378773742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/7527705582378773742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-my-world-is-shaking.html' title='When my world is shaking...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-493760240618956866</id><published>2009-10-09T12:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:04:36.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Shall See Him As He Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="chapter-num" id="v62003001-1"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=1+john+3"&gt;1 John 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3:1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are. The reason why the world does not know us is that it did not know him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v62003002-1"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beloved, we are God's children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v62003003-1"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And everyone who thus hopes in him purifies himself as he is pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struck by this line today, "... we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is."  If this is true, (and it is,) then the closer we get to seeing him for who he really is, the more we will be like him.  Sounds so simple.  And it is.  If we're talking about a painting or a flower.  I can look at these and see what they are.  Even another person, although complex, after studying a person for years (like my husband) I can pretty well have him figured out.  But JESUS?  That's another matter.  He is the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fountain&lt;/span&gt; of living waters!"  Fountains don't quit, they just keep spewing more water, you never get to the end of it.  You can't exhaust it.  Everything about Him is like a fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, the depth of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="search-term-1"&gt;riches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments and how inscrutable his ways!"  (Rom 11:33)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So I guess that is why we have to wait for his return until we truly see Him as He is.  We have to wait until we shed these half-blinded eyes and hardened hearts.  In the meantime, though, I want a taste, I want to keep trying to get to the end of the water... even though I know I can't.  It's like trying to satisfy that deep-down, heart-aching desire for your lover... the more you get, the more you want, and it never ends.  But the desire is part of the fulfillment, part of the fun of it, right?  Only it's never completely quenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, our Bridegroom will fulfill all of our deepest desires by fulfilling that One desire that these earthly desires only point to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you're married and you don't remember that kind of desire, you should nurture that feeling back to life... God gave it to us to point to our desire for Him and His desire for us.  If marriage is a picture of Christ and His Bride, maybe a marriage without desire is not a very good picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father, keep me in the place where I am longing for the Living Water!  The more I get, the more I want.  But when I let other things overtake this desire, my heart gets hard, I don't care if I get it or not, and I find myself dehydrated and wondering why!  It is you that has pulled me out of the pit, and you that keeps me.  So I can only beg for more!  Keep your Word in my heart, on my lips, and let the Living Water overflow into the lives of others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-493760240618956866?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/493760240618956866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=493760240618956866' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/493760240618956866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/493760240618956866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-shall-see-him-as-he-is.html' title='We Shall See Him As He Is'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-7051625213477799416</id><published>2009-10-06T08:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:07:59.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abiding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v62002009-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=1+john+2"&gt;1 John 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9Whoever says he is in the light and hates his brother is still in darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v62002010-1"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whoever loves his brother abides in the light, and in him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there is no cause for stumbling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v62002011-1"&gt;11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But whoever hates his brother is in the darkness and walks in the darkness, and does not know where he is going, because the darkness has blinded his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15 Do not love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v62002016-1"&gt;16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all that is in the world—the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and pride in possessions—is not from the Father but is from the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v62002017-1"&gt;17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the world is passing away along with its desires, but whoever does the will of God abides forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v62002028-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;28 And now, little children, abide in him, so that when he appears we may have confidence and not shrink from him in shame at his coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father, just teach me to abide in you!  Let me see and long for Your beauty so that the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and the pride in possessions fade away.  Let me learn to love well so that darkness does not blind my eyes.  You are so faithful, Lord, and I am so fickle.  Teach me to walk as You walked and love as you love. Teach me to look to the eternal joy that you have set before me, rather than the cheap, imitation joy that I can make for myself here!  I fall at your feet because of your sacrifice.  I am amazed that because of You, I can have confidence and not shrink from shame at your coming!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-7051625213477799416?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/7051625213477799416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=7051625213477799416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/7051625213477799416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/7051625213477799416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-john-2-9whoever-says-he-is-in-light.html' title='Abiding'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-3273945820760076744</id><published>2009-10-04T19:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:02:32.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Were Never Meant To Shoulder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of your tears are the wages for things you've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of those nights spent alone in the darkness of your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give it up, let it go.  These are things you were never meant to shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you carrying burdens that have already been carried for you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you running from a past that has already been wiped clean?&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to. Look to the cross. The river that washed you clean is still flowing.  Jump in. Remember how it rushes over you.  Remember how clean it makes you feel.  Remember that you can't clean yourself up enough that you don't need the River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8z5nqBaV0qc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8z5nqBaV0qc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 38: 4-8&lt;br /&gt;My guilt overwhelms me—&lt;br /&gt;     it is a burden too heavy to bear.&lt;br /&gt;My wounds fester and stink&lt;br /&gt;     because of my foolish sins.&lt;br /&gt;I am bent over and racked with pain.&lt;br /&gt;     All day long I walk around filled with grief.&lt;br /&gt;A raging fever burns within me,&lt;br /&gt;     and my health is broken.&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted and completely crushed.&lt;br /&gt;     My groans come from an anguished heart.&lt;p class="line-group" id="p19038005.01-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="line-group" id="p19038005.01-1"&gt;Isaiah 61:7&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="line-group" id="p19038005.01-1"&gt;Instead of shame and dishonor,&lt;br /&gt;     you will enjoy a double share of honor.&lt;br /&gt;  You will possess a double portion of prosperity in your land,&lt;br /&gt;     and everlasting joy will be yours.&lt;/p&gt;Psalm 34:4-5&lt;br /&gt;I prayed to the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;, and he answered me.&lt;br /&gt;     He freed me from all my fears.&lt;br /&gt;Those who look to him for help will be radiant with joy;&lt;br /&gt;     no shadow of shame will darken their faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-3273945820760076744?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/3273945820760076744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=3273945820760076744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/3273945820760076744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/3273945820760076744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-you-were-never-meant-to-shoulder.html' title='Things You Were Never Meant To Shoulder'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-7675603518227267351</id><published>2009-09-29T07:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:11:06.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=1+john"&gt;1 John 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v62001005-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 This is the message we have heard from him and proclaim to you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v62001006-1"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we say we have fellowship with him while we walk in darkness, we lie and do not practice the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v62001007-1"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus his Son cleanses us from all sin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v62001008-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father, as you prepare my heart for service, show me the light.  I long to be warmed by it, but also to catch fire from it.  I need the light to shine on my path, and I need it to blind my eyes to everything else.  You are the Light, and You are the Consuming Fire, and I want to feel the heat!  My heart's desire is to walk in the light, You are the light, so reveal Yourself to me yet again, Lord.  Shine Your light on my heart, search me and know me, I am laid bare before You, cleanse me so that I can lay down my life for others."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-7675603518227267351?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/7675603518227267351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=7675603518227267351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/7675603518227267351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/7675603518227267351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/09/light.html' title='Light'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-1544706542646974757</id><published>2009-09-28T06:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:29:52.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Of All Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="verse-num" id="v47001003-1"&gt;Well, I'm back... but my mind is being stubborn and indecisive!  So I need your help... I can't decide what book of the Bible to pray through!  Any suggestions?  Pray for me, dear sisters!  I desperately want to get back into routine, but I feel like I am fighting a losing battle here!  Even for this one simple thing, I can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="verse-num" id="v47001003-1"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="verse-num" id="v47001003-1"&gt;make a decision and move forward.  God has great things lined up, I just know it!  And the Enemy knows it as well, but He that is in me is greater than he that is in the world and the Lord will prevail!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="verse-num" id="v47001003-1"&gt;I am reading 2 Corinthians this week for something else, so for today, I'll go with that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="verse-num" id="v47001003-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Blessed be the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="cf" href="http://www.esvstudybible.org/search?q=2+Cor+1%3A3%2CRom+15%3A6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="verse-num" id="v47001004-1"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="verse-num" id="v47001005-1"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For as we share abundantly in Christ's sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="footnote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="verse-num" id="v47001006-1"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If we are afflicted, it is for your comfort and salvation; and if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which you experience when you patiently endure the same sufferings that we suffer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="verse-num" id="v47001007-1"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Our hope for you is unshaken, for we know that as you share in our sufferings, you will also share in our comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Lord has given me a wonderful illustration of these verses in the last month.  For the most part, I have had very little affliction in my life,(maybe that's why I am not very good at comforting others!)  Most of my affliction has been brought about by my own hands through sin and rebellion.  But, even in those times, in those self-inflicted afflictions, my Shepherd has been so faithful to comfort me.  At times, I have seen my sin and trembled and had to look away, and He has been there, holding my hand, and gently turning my gaze toward the cross.   He has recently brought a dear friend into my life who has been afflicted in the past, at times by her own hands, and at times by Providence, and the Lord has used her to wrap me with His comfort in a way that I have never experienced!  I was amazed to read these verses and think about how He is orchestrating every circumstance in our lives.  How could this dear woman know that years later the Lord's glory and his Bride's joy would be multiplied by her afflictions?  And now, I want to be her, I want to be the one to bring the comfort of God into the lives of others, and I believe that He is going to bless me with that opportunity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Father,  I am so amazed at the way that you comfort your people!  Afflictions I understand, we have earned those, and worse.  But Your comfort, and love, and gentleness, and favor, I cannot comprehend.  That our afflictions are not for punishment, but rather for our joy and for the joy and salvation of others is such a beautiful gift.     Lord, make me more like you, give me the heart to comfort, give me the heart of a servant.  Teach me to look beyond myself and my little life and use me for your eternal glory!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-1544706542646974757?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/1544706542646974757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=1544706542646974757' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/1544706542646974757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/1544706542646974757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-im-back.html' title='God Of All Comfort'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-5502138883803069300</id><published>2009-09-26T18:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:57:10.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T0rbmapZb0w"&gt;Who Am I/Grace Flows Down (click to watch)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time                      You’ve healed so much in me&lt;br /&gt;                   And I am living proof&lt;br /&gt;                   That although my darkest hour would come&lt;br /&gt;                   Your light could still shine through&lt;br /&gt;                   Though at times it’s just enough to cast&lt;br /&gt;                   A shadow on the wall&lt;br /&gt;                   Well I am grateful that&lt;br /&gt;                   You shine Your light on me at all &lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Who am                      I&lt;br /&gt;                   That You would love me so gently?&lt;br /&gt;                   Who am I&lt;br /&gt;                   That You would recognize my name?&lt;br /&gt;                   Lord, who am I&lt;br /&gt;                   That You would speak to me so softly?&lt;br /&gt;                   Conversation with the Love most high,..&lt;br /&gt;                   Who am I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well,                      amazing grace how sweet the sound&lt;br /&gt;                   That saved a wretch like me&lt;br /&gt;                   I once was lost but now I’m found&lt;br /&gt;                   Was blind but now I see&lt;br /&gt;                   And the more I sing that sweet old song&lt;br /&gt;                   The more I understand-&lt;br /&gt;                   That I do not comprehend this love&lt;br /&gt;                   That’s coming from Your hand… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Grace,                      grace&lt;br /&gt;                   God’s grace&lt;br /&gt;                   Grace that will pardon and cleanse within&lt;br /&gt;                   Grace, grace&lt;br /&gt;                   God’s grace&lt;br /&gt;                   Grace that is greater than all our sin… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Amazing                      grace, how sweet the sound&lt;br /&gt;                   Amazing love, now flowing down&lt;br /&gt;                   From hands and feet&lt;br /&gt;                   That were nailed to the tree&lt;br /&gt;                   Grace flows down and covers me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instead of slamming me upside the head, which He has every right to do, (and sometimes does,) the Lord has spoken to me so gently and so softly in the last month!  He has brought about the perfect circumstances and put the perfect people into my life to renew my hunger for His Word!  I heard this song a couple weeks ago, and though it is one of my old favorites, it suddenly came to life!  All this to say... Monday... I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-5502138883803069300?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/5502138883803069300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=5502138883803069300' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/5502138883803069300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/5502138883803069300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-am-igrace-flows-down-click-to-watch.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-124624609625461953</id><published>2009-04-14T07:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:53:19.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Consumed With My First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="p44002042.06-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v44002042-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=acts+2"&gt;Acts 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="p44002042.06-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v44002042-1"&gt;42 &lt;/span&gt;And they devoted themselves to the apostles' teaching and the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and the prayers. &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v44002043-1"&gt;43 &lt;/span&gt;And awe&lt;span class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;came upon every soul, and many wonders and signs were being done through the apostles. &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v44002044-1"&gt;44 &lt;/span&gt;And all who believed were together and had all things in common. &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v44002045-1"&gt;45 &lt;/span&gt;And they were selling their possessions and belongings and distributing the proceeds to all, as any had need. &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v44002046-1"&gt;46 &lt;/span&gt;And day by day, attending the temple together and breaking bread in their homes, they received their food with glad and generous hearts, &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v44002047-1"&gt;47 &lt;/span&gt;praising God and having favor with all the people. And the Lord added to their number day by day those who were being saved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p44002042.06-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p44002042.06-1"&gt;I don't really know why I began reading in Acts this week.  I usually have a rational thought process before deciding what to read.  This time I just finished John (which I am reading for accountability with a new believer) and my eyes hit the next page, so I started reading Acts.  When I read this passage in Chapter 2, my heart was suddenly filled with overwhelming desire.  I have read these verses many times in books about church and discipleship, and I have heard them preached and I know the significance of them.  But this time, I caught a glimpse of a scene where everyone was consumed with Christ the way we are consumed with a new lover... (Do you remember?) Something in me wanted to be immediately transported to this scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p44002042.06-1"&gt;I want to be consumed with nothing else but God's Kingdom!  I want to throw everything else away.  This life is a vapor, a breath, and we have ONE mission here, to keep each other strong in our pursuit of Christ in order that we can see "the Lord adding to our number day by day!"  There are endless distractions that keep us from this mission.  We are constantly trying to get what we can out of this life, when Jesus promised us that if we would lose this life for His sake, we would gain EVERYTHING.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p44002042.06-1"&gt;God help me not be satisfied with the petty toys and pleasures that are available to me here.  Amaze me everyday with who you are, so that all of these other things just fade away and I continue to strive for the ultimate prize. I thank you that you have promised to keep me, and that nothing can pluck me out of your hand, because there are a whole lot of somethings giving it their best shot!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p44002042.06-1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-124624609625461953?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/124624609625461953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=124624609625461953' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/124624609625461953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/124624609625461953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/04/consumed-with-my-first-love.html' title='Consumed With My First Love'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-601628103055532727</id><published>2009-03-27T21:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:18:17.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 1: Revisited</title><content type='html'>I sought the Psalms this evening for some much needed hydration.  My soul is parched.  The good soil is being harvested all around me, and yet, inside I feel like I'm living in the desert.  My dear friend and sister (again) said the words that I have said to others so many times but have such a hard time following, "soak in the Word!"  So I started at Psalm 1.  As I read I realized that I had posted on this a couple of months ago, and I thought, "I wonder what I wrote," so I checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic!  The words that I wrote only 2 months ago cut my heart in two!  They were fresh like I had never heard them before, but familiar like I knew when I was writing them that I was going to need them.  Only I didn't know... God did.  The Holy Spirit is alive and active.  To think that he was planning this 2 months ago blows my mind.  Why does he even care?  Because it is all part of the story of redemption!  That's why I will get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-1-in-all-that-he-does-he-prospers.html"&gt;Here &lt;/a&gt;is what I wrote.  And in the meantime, in some ways, because I have not exercised caution, I have become like those I am trying to reach.  I have not outwardly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acted&lt;/span&gt; like them, but in ways I have begun to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; like the world.  I have indulged aspects of my personality I forgot existed!  So do I quarantine myself to keep out the sin?  No!  I can't!  God is doing mighty things in the lives of the people I have allowed into my life.  I believe this is the very battle that God wants us engaged in.  The answer is in Psalm 1.  Delight in the Word!!  And I have lost all delight in it in the past few weeks.  I have done without the one thing I knew 2 months ago that I couldn't do without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I am begging you to give me the hunger.  &lt;span class="verse-num woc" id="v40005006-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;"Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied."  Forgive me for thinking that I could do this on my own.  I want to chase after your glory, not mine.  I want to bear your fruit in your time, and I know that I need YOU to do that.  Make me &lt;/span&gt;the "tree &lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, &lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and its leaf does not wither.  In all that he does, he prospers."  Everything is failing, and now I know why.  Thank you for your Word, thank you for the Spirit, and thank you for the friendship of beautiful people who are chasing your glory and speaking your truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="esv-text"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-601628103055532727?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/601628103055532727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=601628103055532727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/601628103055532727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/601628103055532727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/03/psalm-1-revisited.html' title='Psalm 1: Revisited'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-6149637568724326631</id><published>2009-03-26T08:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:06:00.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How wimpy am I?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=ephesians+6"&gt;Ephesians 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49006005-1"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slaves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; obey your earthly masters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; with fear and trembling, with a sincere heart, as you would Christ, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49006006-1"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not by the way of eye-service, as people-pleasers, but as servants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of Christ, doing the will of God from the heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49006007-1"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rendering service with a good will as to the Lord and not to man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49006008-1"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knowing that whatever good anyone does, this he will receive back from the Lord, whether he is a slave or free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49006009-1"&gt;9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masters, do the same to them, and stop your threatening, knowing that he who is both their Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and yours is in heaven, and that there is no partiality with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God is telling slaves to obey their masters with a sincere heart, rendering service as to the Lord and not to man, how WIMPY am I when I grumble about the "hard day" that I have?  Or when I feel sorry for myself because my family expects "too much" of me?  Or when I have to help someone (render service) on a day that I didn't really want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading Uncle Tom's Cabin right now so when I see the word "slave" it brings a vivid image to mind.  And when I see that God is telling them, "It's OK, you can get through it, just do it as service for me, and I will reward you more than anything you can gain in this world," it gives me great hope.  First, hope for all of the slaves that have been so grossly mistreated, here in our country, and around the world.  For those who had placed their hope in Jesus, they have finally found rest and fulfillment and true life.  Second, it gives me hope for me!  I don't have to try to fight for my own way all the time, I can just serve and rest in Christ and know that I don't have to get mine now, I'll be given more in heaven than I could ever steal here!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you've never read Uncle Tom's Cabin, it's not easy reading, but it's well worth the time!  It's giving me a whole new perspective on suffering and injustice.  Sometimes we need stories more than we need facts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank you for your forgiveness for my stubborn, self-centered heart.  Give me the grace of a content slave, knowing that the more that is expected of me here that I do as service to you, the more treasure I am building in heaven.  Help me to keep my eyes and heart zoomed in on YOU.  Give me tunnel-vision so that I am free to give myself in service to others.  Give me your heart for my children and allow me to serve them gladly!  Thank you for the promise of so great a reward, to be able to see you face to face and enjoy you, the fountain of joy, for all eternity.  The polar opposite of what I deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-6149637568724326631?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/6149637568724326631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=6149637568724326631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/6149637568724326631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/6149637568724326631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-wimpy-am-i.html' title='How wimpy am I?!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-5342242275660425525</id><published>2009-03-20T07:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:16:49.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's love story is this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=ephesians+5"&gt;Ephesians 5: 22-32&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49005023-1"&gt;23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the husband is the head of the wife even as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Savior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49005024-1"&gt;24 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit in everything to their husbands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I think I have heard and read this passage more than any other in the whole Bible.  Mostly because every woman's book, bible study, or conference seems to focus here for at least a time.  With good reason, this and the couple of verses in Titus 2 are two of the very few passages that give direct commands to women specifically.  However, I have found in my own marriage that if I focus too much on this command and not enough on the context of it, my marriage gets worse not better.  Or it gets better on the surface, but God is not necessarily glorified.  Maybe that's why Paul acts like marriage is the secondary issue in what he is saying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He who loves his wife loves himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49005029-1"&gt;29 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ does the church, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49005030-1"&gt;30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because we are members of his body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49005031-1"&gt;31 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49005032-1"&gt;32 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This mystery is profound, and I am saying that it refers to Christ and the church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49005033-1"&gt;33 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However, let each one of you love his wife as himself, and let the wife see that she respects her husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that is said in these verses is referring to Christ and the church first and foremost.  That is the greatest reality, that is what is going to last forever.  That is the Great Romance.  Our marriages are serving this greater reality of Christ and the church.  So much so that at the end of it, Paul has to remind us (v. 33 "however") that it is a good idea that husbands love and wives respect.  He has to do that because right before it he basically says, I'm not really talking about your marriage, only so far as it is a picture of who Christ is and how he relates to his church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you heard this passage talked about or preached about with the main idea being the wonderful romance between Christ and His bride?  Usually that is only talked about as a way to show us how we should submit and how we should love in our own marriages.  What a therapeutic culture we live in.  In reality it is the other way around.  We should submit and love and have good marriages &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so that&lt;/span&gt; people can see the greater beautiful picture of Christ and His church.  God did not make marriage the main issue and then use Christ and the church as an illustration.  He always makes Christ the main issue.  Everything else on this earth is just an illustration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How easy it is to put all of our focus on this world, this life, this vapor, when preachers, and teachers, and authors, and leaders are trying to use the bible to make our marriages happier, and our kids better, and our jobs more fulfilling, and our lives more successful.  When actually, God intends to use all of these things to exalt Christ, not use Christ to exalt us.  Now, when Christ is exalted, the happiness of his people is inevitable.  When our lives are laid down, he exalts us. He wants us to seek happiness with our whole hearts, through him.  But if we are looking for happiness directly from our marriages by submitting and respecting our husbands and thinking that is going to make everything perfect, we WILL be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stepping down off of my soapbox now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, help me to see YOU when I read the scriptures.  Help me to keep you and your kingdom at the center of my universe.  Give me grace to submit to my husband and give the church grace to submit to you.  Help my marriage be as accurate a picture of Christ and His church as two sinners could  make it.  Thank you for showing me your unending, unchanging, unbreakable love through the tenacious love of my husband that seems to cover all of my sin and shortcomings.  Thank you most of all for giving yourself up for your bride.  I cannot imagine the day when we are  presented to you in splendor, without spot or wrinkle, holy and without blemish to be your bride through all eternity.  What a love story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-5342242275660425525?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/5342242275660425525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=5342242275660425525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/5342242275660425525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/5342242275660425525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/03/ephesians-5-22-32-wives-submit-to-your.html' title='Who&apos;s love story is this?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-3824480257518710624</id><published>2009-03-05T07:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:49:16.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dangers of Penetrating the Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=eph+5"&gt;Ephesians 5:1-21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49005008-1"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for at one time you were darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Walk as children of light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49005009-1"&gt;9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(for the fruit of light is found in all that is good and right and true), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49005010-1"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and try to discern what is pleasing to the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49005011-1"&gt;11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take no part in the unfruitful works of darkness, but instead expose them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49005012-1"&gt;12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For it is shameful even to speak of the things that they do in secret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49005013-1"&gt;13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But when anything is exposed by the light, it becomes visible, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49005014-1"&gt;14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for anything that becomes visible is light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a struggle to live in this fallen world, to take no part in the unfruitful works of darkness.  For Christians who are trying to keep their hearts and minds safe, and their lives pure, outside influences can be such a hindrance and a danger.  The world is full of darkness and we want to stay as far away from the darkness as we possibly can.  It's not easy.  Turn on the television.  Log on to the internet.  Drive down the highway.  Listen to children talk on the playground.  Listen to women talk on the phone.  Listen to men talk at work.  The Darkness is like slime oozing out of everything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are faced with these situations everyday.  Most of us partake in TV.  We put our hands over our children's eyes during the "bad" commercials, but then watch the shows that are promoting self-centeredness, and idolotry.  We log on to the internet with a filter to filter out the "bad stuff" and then slam each other on blogs and email, and spend God's money on Ebay on things we don't need.  We try not to see the racy billboards on our way to an all-you-can-eat buffet every other night to spend money we don't have on food we shouldn't eat.  And on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did God actually ask us to stay away from the darkness?  Or did He send us to expose it and light it up?  Most of what we do, we do in our Christian homes and with our Christian friends, all the while trying to keep out the darkness.  Trying to be in the world, but not of it.  In reality, I think what we end up doing is being of the world (partaking in most of the things that the world does) and not in it (doing it with our Christian friends instead of reaching out to those in darkness.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is, how can we expose the darkness if we are not near it?  Light penetrates the darkness only when it engages it.  If you light a candle two rooms away from the room that is dark, it doesn't do much good.  So how much good are we doing, when the darkness in our lives is coming mostly from inanimate objects (TV, internet, etc.?)  Our light never gets anywhere near the darkness in the hearts of unregenerate people because we are scared to death to be around them. What will my friends think if they see me hanging out with a drunk?  If I'm not in the church building or small group, what business do I have eating with heathens?  What if I get caught in a restaurant with a non-christian and she orders a glass of wine.  Maybe 3 glasses and starts to show the effect?  What if I'm giggling and laughing with her and everyone thinks I'm drunk, too.  Are you getting nervous for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="chapter-num" id="v42015001-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now the tax collectors and sinners were all drawing near to hear him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v42015002-1"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the Pharisees and the scribes grumbled, saying, “This man receives sinners and eats with them.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v40009010-1"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And as Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; reclined at table in the house, behold, many tax collectors and sinners came and were reclining with Jesus and his disciples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v40009011-1"&gt;11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when the Pharisees saw this, they said to his disciples, “Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v40009012-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Son of Man has come eating and drinking, and you say, ‘Look at him! A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="search-term-1"&gt;glutton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners!’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things were said about Jesus. Am I afraid to have them said about me?  Yeah, sometimes I am.  Sometimes I don't know where to draw the line.  I don't have the perfect mind of God like Jesus did.  But I do know that I cannot spend all of my days basking in the bright light of so many Christians gathered together.  At some point we have to disperse and shine our lights into the dark places.  Are we going to fall into sin, as we eat with sinners?  Maybe.  Are we going to be ridiculed?  Probably.  Are we going to cross the line of being of the world instead of just in it?  I hope not.  But are we already crossing that line in our homes, while keeping our light under a bushel? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are a preacher of mercy, do not preach an imaginary but the true mercy. If the mercy is true, you must therefore bear the true, not an imaginary sin. God does not save those who are only imaginary sinners. &lt;b&gt;Be a sinner, and let your sins be strong (sin boldly), but let your trust in Christ be stronger, and rejoice in Christ who is the victor over sin, death, and the world.&lt;/b&gt; We will commit sins while we are here, for this life is not a place where justice resides. We, however, says Peter (2. Peter 3:13) are looking forward to a new heaven and a new earth where justice will reign."  ~Martin Luther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, help me, today, to discern what is pleasing to you.  Clear my heart and mind of all of the preconcieved notions that I have of you and of what it means to be a disciple.  Then fill me with the truth.  Be near me, Lord, and keep me safe from the dangers of the darkness, even as I walk directly into it.  Shine brightly, so that others will see you.  Forgive me for when I have crossed the line and partaken in the unfruitful works of darkness.  But help me to be bold and courageous in being near the darkness in order to bear fruit for your Kingdom.  And in those times when I am uncertain, thank you that you are my all in all, and because of you, I am FREE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-3824480257518710624?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/3824480257518710624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=3824480257518710624' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/3824480257518710624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/3824480257518710624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/03/dangers-of-penetrating-darkness.html' title='The Dangers of Penetrating the Darkness'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-3376582239742893865</id><published>2009-03-04T07:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:07:46.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=ephesians+4"&gt;Ephesians 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at my computer yesterday morning and typed a sentence, then deleted it... then typed a sentence, then deleted it.  Finally, I realized that I really didn't have anything to share.  My spirit was rather dry, so I had nothing overflowing to give to others.  Before I tried to post, I tried to pray. It wasn't much better.  I didn't know what to pray, so I just asked God to sort out my heart and mend it, because I didn't know why I was feeling so down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="chapter-num" id="v49004001-1"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I therefore, a prisoner for the Lord, urge you to walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49004002-1"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49004003-1"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did sort out my heart.  He did it through  a dear friend who was walking in the manner worthy of her calling.  She encouraged me with the gospel, with the fact that even though I felt far away, the Spirit was near, interceding for me.  Then she was bold enough to ask me if I had any unconfessed sin that needed to be addressed.  Wow!  Short version of the story:  I did, and because she asked, I humbled myself and went God for forgiveness and to the person that I had wronged.  After I did, I felt so free, the way that those who the Son has set free should feel.  I am thankful that God didn't leave us on this earth to fight against the darkness alone!  He left us the rest of the body of Christ to bear with us in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49004015-1"&gt;15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rather, speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in every way into him who is the head, into Christ, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49004016-1"&gt;16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from whom the whole body, joined and held together by every joint with which it is equipped, when each part is working properly, makes the body grow so that it builds itself up in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, let me not forget that we are each a crucial part of your body.  You have a part for each of us to play, and when we play our part, lives are changed.  Help me to see each of my brothers and sisters as important to my sanctification, and I to them, so that we can build the body up in love, and we can bring in the rest of the body who has yet to be added.  Thank you for not leaving me here to flounder on my own, for my heart is deceitful and so many times I don't know it.  Bring unity to the body here, Lord.  Let us stand united against the darkness and watch you scatter your Light to places and people that have never seen it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-3376582239742893865?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/3376582239742893865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=3376582239742893865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/3376582239742893865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/3376582239742893865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/03/ephesians-4-i-sat-at-my-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-4513930706103216252</id><published>2009-02-27T06:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:22:01.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of Christ That Surpasses Knowledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v49003014-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Ephesians+3"&gt;Ephesians 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49003015-1"&gt;15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from whom every family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in heaven and on earth is named, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49003016-1"&gt;16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that according to the riches of his glory he may grant you to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in your inner being, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49003017-1"&gt;17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you, being rooted and grounded in love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49003018-1"&gt;18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49003019-1"&gt;19 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed these verses and others in Ephesians 3 with fervency this morning.  This is near and dear to my heart right now that the Christians around me, including myself, would be strengthened with power through the Spirit.  And that we would know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love that He uses these words here, "surpasses knowledge."  Sometimes I am tempted to think that what we need is more learning, more training, we need to understand more.  But I think the truth is that we need Christ, himself!  The love of Christ surpasses knowledge.  Being filled with all the fullness of God has to mean more than understanding doctrine.  I am convinced that Christians need to soak in God's Word, not just for the purpose of knowledge, but to actually let the Holy Spirit transform us in a supernatural way as we gaze on Christ and comprehend His love and all that He is.  The Word is alive and active!  Not the ink on the page, but the Holy Spirit's breath in our ears as we read it.  I pray that we would see a revival of believers being passionate about hearing from God through His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v49003020-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49003020-1"&gt;20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49003021-1"&gt;21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I thank you that you are a God who is able to do far more abundantly than all I ask or think!  All of the visions that I can muster of a great work being done in this area are nothing compared to what you can really do.  I pray that you will show me the breadth, and the length, and the height, and the depth, and let me know the love of Christ that surpasses understanding.  Let me not hold on to it for myself, but show me how to pass it on so that, "through the church the manifold wisdom of God might be made known... "  Continue to speak to me through your Word, Lord.  You are truly beautiful and I see it more clearly every time see you, especially through your Word, but also through those around me through whom you shine. To you be all glory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-4513930706103216252?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/4513930706103216252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=4513930706103216252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/4513930706103216252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/4513930706103216252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/02/ephesians-3-14-for-this-reason-i-bow-my.html' title='The Love of Christ That Surpasses Knowledge'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-2173565612307853665</id><published>2009-02-25T06:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:23:29.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=eph+2"&gt;Ephesians 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49002008-1"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49002009-1"&gt;9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not a result of works, so that no one may boast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49002010-1"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are very familiar verses to me, I can almost say them in my sleep.  But I love it when the Holy Spirit applies familiar verses to my life in a unique way as I pray through them.  This has been the most amazing thing since I have started this blog.  I have learned that the power in God's Word is found in more than just memorizing scripture.  His words are more than just the ink on the page.  The Spirit is alive and active in actually speaking to us through His Word if we will just soak it in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 2 has been so freeing to me today.  I have fretted and wondered what to do for the new Christians around me.  How we, as a church, and as individuals can teach them everything about Jesus in a short time so that they don't make any mistakes!  This would be a daunting task even if I knew everything about Jesus to teach them, but since I don't, it gets even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But praise be to God, he has already prepared the good works that these new believers are to walk in!  Funny how I applied these verses to myself, but not to them.  The Holy Spirit has always been about the business of expanding and ordering the Church.  Who am I to think that if I don't impart all of my vast knowledge to everyone, they will all be stumbling in the darkness?  Now I know that I have a responsibility to make disciples and that includes passing on what I have learned, and I am excited about doing that. But it is so freeing to know that I can't mess them up!  Their salvation is not by their works, OR by mine, but because of the immeasurable riches of His grace.  And he intends on showing all of His bride these riches, so I don't think he will lose anyone in the process. Sigh of relief! Whew (wiping sweat from my brow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I am thankful that I'm incapable of doing any good on my own!  It would only lead to pride and self-righteousness.  I am amazed at how you allow us the joy of being your hands and feet and seeing lives changed, and yet, you keep all of the responsibility for the results, because you are preparing our works and causing us to walk in them.  It blows my mind!  Please give me wisdom in dealing with others, help me to always lead them to you, for You are their hope, not me.  Thank you for raising me up with you and allowing me to take part in this glorious plan of yours.  I don't deserve to have my name in the same sentence with Christ, let alone be seated in heavenly places with Him.  All glory to you, LORD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-2173565612307853665?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/2173565612307853665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=2173565612307853665' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/2173565612307853665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/2173565612307853665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/02/immeasurable-riches-of-his-grace.html' title='By Grace'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-7146600433225087861</id><published>2009-02-24T08:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:33:57.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Immeasurable Greatness of His Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=ephesians"&gt;Ephesians 1&lt;/a&gt; (15-23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... that you may know what is the hope to which he has called you, what are the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49001019-1"&gt;19 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and what is the immeasurable greatness of his power toward us who believe, according to the working of his great might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49001020-1"&gt;20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that he worked in Christ when he raised him from the dead and seated him at his right hand in the heavenly places, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49001021-1"&gt;21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;far above all rule and authority and power and dominion, and above every name that is named, not only in this age but also in the one to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49001022-1"&gt;22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And he put all things under his feet and gave him as head over all things to the church, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49001023-1"&gt;23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which is his body, the fullness of him who fills all in all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church... the body... the fullness of him who fills all in all... that's us!  We are the body, the extension of the One who fills all in all.  We have behind us the immeasurable greatness of His power!  The same power that raised Christ from the dead and placed him above all things!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I pray that you would give me a spirit of wisdom and knowledge of you.  Of the hope you have called me to!  Teach me to live each minute knowing that there are so many around me who do not have this hope and are waiting for me to show them.  Show me the riches of the glorious inheritance, so that no trial or struggle in this life has any power over me.  Show me the immeasurable greatness of your power, the power that raised Christ from the dead.  I have seen it raise those who were dead in their sins and change their despair to hope! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray, Lord, that you will raise up a body of believers in this area who will believe in the greatness of your power enough devote their lives to spreading your Word.  I pray that we would see a mighty display of your power in the lives of those around us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-7146600433225087861?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/7146600433225087861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=7146600433225087861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/7146600433225087861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/7146600433225087861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/02/immeasurable-greatness-of-his-power.html' title='The Immeasurable Greatness of His Power'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-2766653212265159042</id><published>2009-02-22T22:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:05:31.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overflowing</title><content type='html'>This is not true to my blog's purpose, it is not meditation on any certain scripture, but I just have to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot contain my emotion... rare for me!  I feel like my heart is going to burst.  Everything seems new and fresh and amazing today.  I am seeing the world through the eyes of a new believer and it is increasing my affection for Jesus by bucketfuls. After 2 years of prayer, many messy, unorganized conversations about life and faith, 4 months of hearing the preaching of the word, and a few tears, my friend Heather was baptized today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago she professed to me that her trust was placed fully in Jesus and she wants to follow Him.  What a glorious day to see her profess this in front of the whole church in baptism.  God has done a wonderful work in her life and in mine through her.  It is invigorating to think of how her eyes have been opened for the first time to the real meaning of life and to the only One who can satisfy the longing of her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the daily grind of life will, at times, stifle this joy, and the struggle of life in a fallen world will continue.  I know that things will not always feel this way for her or for me, but it is sweet to savor these moments when your heart lines up with what you know is true, and you really feel as if NOTHING else in this world matters but Jesus.  How I pray that these times continue to increase in my life and I can say with the apostle Paul, &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v50001021-1"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain." and "I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content."  And how I pray that Heather will endure the struggle to come.  There really is nothing in this life that matters except through Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-2766653212265159042?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/2766653212265159042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=2766653212265159042' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/2766653212265159042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/2766653212265159042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/02/overflowing.html' title='Overflowing'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-30089608396004913</id><published>2009-02-20T08:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:25:10.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Wow, after 9 days, I think I'm slightly dehydrated!  I ask all of my many readers :) to pray for me.  I have been thirsty and refusing to drink.  My heart is stubborn and unreasonable.  I have been busy for the last week, but not THAT busy.  I confess to you that I have not just been neglecting to post, but neglecting to drink of the living water on a regular basis.  But praise God that today I drink!  And praise God that, though I have been away from my blog, I have not been away from the Living Water Himself, because He never leaves me or forsakes me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v49001003-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=eph+1"&gt;Ephesians 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v49001004-1"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even as he chose us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen, with my husband's help, to pray through the book of Ephesians.  A great book to come back to!  What freedom to know that He has chosen me to be holy and  blameless before him.  Whenever I see words like this in the Bible, "before him," it stops me dead in my reading tracks!  I picture standing face to face with Him, and a strange mix of emotions flood over me.  Love, fear, awe, shame, security, relief, and on and on.  But when I allow myself to dwell on the truth, that I will stand before him, and do stand before him now, holy and blameless because of HIS substitution, I am elated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for YOU.  Without you, I have nothing, I am nothing.  Because of you I have everything.  Literally, I have inherited everything!  I can't even imagine. Help me to face today like I have everything wonderful to look forward to.  Because I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-30089608396004913?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/30089608396004913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=30089608396004913' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/30089608396004913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/30089608396004913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-3504637048757177622</id><published>2009-02-11T08:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:18:37.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer I who live</title><content type='html'>&lt;p id="p48002017.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v48002017-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v48002019-1"&gt;19 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For through the law I died to the law, so that I might live to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v48002020-1"&gt;20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p48002017.01-1"&gt;How often I forget that it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. I have the greatest joy and satisfaction when I remember this, but it seems that I am constantly chasing my own agenda!  Even so, I do not read these verses and think, "Wow I really need to buckle down and live like Christ is living in me.  It's my duty because He gave Himself for me."  I actually am thinking, "Yeah, duh, that's why I'm miserable, because I'm fighting myself. I've got Christ living in me, trying to bring me happiness, and I am actually rebelling against my own happiness!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p48002017.01-1"&gt;I died to the law and I keep trying to live by it, and I fail and then give up and get discouraged, and find some other way to make myself happy.  Umm... in case anyone was wondering, it never works!  I can only find happiness in Christ and who He is and what He has done, and then live the rest of my life through that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p48002017.01-1"&gt;Lord, show your perfect strength in my weakness!  Instead of me sitting at home trying to perfect all of my ideas and organize my unorganized life before I go out and minister, let me go out and make a mess of things for your name's sake and then watch you clean it up.  Show me how to love others and show me that I don't have to do it perfectly because you already have.  Let me live each day by faith, and throw away my own agenda and start living by Yours, one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-3504637048757177622?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/3504637048757177622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=3504637048757177622' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/3504637048757177622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/3504637048757177622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-longer-i-who-live.html' title='No longer I who live'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-7185650889163109593</id><published>2009-02-10T08:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:30:07.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v48004004-1"&gt;Galatians 4:    4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But when the fullness of time had come, God sent forth his Son, born of woman, born under the law, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v48004005-1"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as sons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v48004006-1"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And because you are sons, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, crying, “Abba! Father!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v48004007-1"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So you are no longer a slave, but a son, and if a son, then an heir through God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p id="p47005016.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v47005016-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p47005016.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v47005016-1"&gt;How familiar, these verses, yet how forgotten in daily life.  This daily grind of law, failure, guilt, more law, more failure, more guilt, is draining me.  It was a little easier to deal with when the cycle went like this, law, success, self-righteousness, change the law to suit me a little better, success, self-righteousness.  Self righteousness feels good for a time, but it ultimately kills everything genuinely good!  And if you're unmotivated and lazy like me, you can't sustain it for very long anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p47005016.01-1"&gt;Confession:  I cannot make myself love the Word of God by making a rule that says I have to read it at a certain time every morning.  Don't misunderstand, good habits are good and helpful, and meditating on God's Word is a GREAT habit.  But what happens when life circumstances make it difficult for a few days?  If I was feeling really good about my habit, how will I feel when I break it?  Typically, really bad!  Herein lies the problem.  The days that I slack in my habit-keeping, my God remains the same.  My Jesus is still my substitute, I am still an heir through God!  And this should be my source of joy, not my ability to keep my habit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p47005016.01-1"&gt;Confession:  I cannot keep my marriage happy by making a rule that I will be available to my husband at all times.  Again, don't misunderstand, I should be available to my husband, and he to me, at any given time.  And my husband and I have a marriage that is as close to perfection as I could dream of in this dreadfully fallen world.  But what happens when circumstances and sin make it difficult for me to want to be available?  What if I was feeling really good about how good I am to my husband, and then for a few days I'm not so good?  Again, I start feeling really bad, and life is terrible, and I am miserable.  But on the days that our marriage falls below the "yellow line" into less than perfect status, our God remains the same.  Our Jesus is still our substitute, and we are still heirs through God!  And this should be our source of joy, not our ability to maintain a perfect marriage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p47005016.01-1"&gt;So, does all of this freedom that Christ has given me make me want to neglect my time in God's Word and keep myself from my husband?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  "What then? Are we to sin because we are not under law but under grace?  By no means!" (Rom 6:15)&lt;/span&gt;  In fact, looking to Christ this morning, instead of my own righteousness (or lack thereof) has made me long for Him and His Word, and interestingly enough, has made me long for my husband (too bad he's not home.)  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="p47005016.01-1"&gt;Lord, shine brightly, burn in my heart so that I never want to turn away.  The darkness permeates so quickly, I can't afford to turn from your light for a second.  But, O God, the peace in knowing that when I do turn away, you don't.  And it is YOUR strength that keeps me, your hand that upholds me!  "Thank you" sounds so weak.  I have nothing to offer you that you have not given to me.  Help me pour out my life as a living sacrifice, and cling to you with all that I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v45006015-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v45006016-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p id="p47005016.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v47005016-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-7185650889163109593?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/7185650889163109593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=7185650889163109593' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/7185650889163109593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/7185650889163109593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/02/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-1544382190512281760</id><published>2009-02-06T06:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:21:16.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 16:  Pleasant Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=ps+16"&gt;Click here for Psalm 16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="line-group" id="p19016004.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19016004-1"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;The sorrows of those who run after&lt;span class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;another god shall multiply;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;their drink offerings of blood I will not pour out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or take their names on my lips.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="line-group" id="p19016005.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19016005-1"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;span class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; is my chosen portion and my cup;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you hold my lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19016006-1"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="line-group" id="p19016005.01-1"&gt;I am tempted to be downcast today for various reasons.  The sorrows of those who chase after another god will multiply.  Maybe that's why I'm downcast.  Maybe my heart is taking refuge in the wrong places and it's no refuge at all.  The Lord holds my lot, how could I despair.  The lines have truly fallen for me in pleasant places. In this life and for the future.  I have a beautiful inheritance waiting for me, and, in the meantime, a life here that is so good it sometimes draws my heart away from my true home.  God has turned my sins completely upside-down and made beauty from ashes!  I head down a road of self-destruction and he turns it into a journey to everlasting joy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="line-group" id="p19016007.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19016007-1"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;I bless the &lt;span class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; who gives me counsel;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in the night also my heart instructs me.&lt;span class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19016008-1"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;I have set the &lt;span class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; always before me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;because he is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="line-group" id="p19016009.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19016009-1"&gt;9 &lt;/span&gt;Therefore my heart is glad, and my whole being&lt;span class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;rejoices;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my flesh also dwells secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19016010-1"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;For you will not abandon my soul to Sheol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or let your holy one see corruption.&lt;span class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="line-group" id="p19016011.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19016011-1"&gt;11 &lt;/span&gt;You make known to me the path of life;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in your presence there is fullness of joy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="line-group" id="p19016011.01-1"&gt;Thank you, Lord, for giving me refuge,  even when my stubborn heart resists!  I shall not be shaken.  You have made known to me the path of life while I was happily, unknowingly traveling the path of death.  Therefore my heart is glad and my whole being rejoices! I have inherited fullness of joy and pleasures forevermore.  Please teach me to receive that promise in faith. Quiet the lies in my head telling me that pleasure can be found elsewhere, or that it can't be found at all.  Lord, when others are hurting, help me remember that I have no happiness to offer them aside from You!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-1544382190512281760?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/1544382190512281760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=1544382190512281760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/1544382190512281760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/1544382190512281760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/02/psalm-16-pleasant-places.html' title='Psalm 16:  Pleasant Places'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-3553091812660387304</id><published>2009-02-04T07:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:55:24.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 115</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Ps+115"&gt;Click here for Psalm 115&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="chapter-num" id="v19115001-1"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not to us, O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, not to us, but to your name give glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the sake of your steadfast love and your faithfulness!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="line-group" id="p19115002.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19115002-1"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;Why should the nations say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Where is their God?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19115003-1"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;Our God is in the heavens;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he does all that he pleases.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="line-group" id="p19115002.01-1"&gt;I wonder how many times the world looks at the faith of a Christian and wonders, "Where is their God?"  When cancer has taken over even through righteous prayers, when finances hit rock bottom even through faithful stewardship, where is their God?  When Christians are praying for leaders and they make terrible decisions, when the economy of a free nation is crumbling, where is their God?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="line-group" id="p19115002.01-1"&gt;Our God is in the heavens and he does all that he pleases!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="line-group" id="p19115002.01-1"&gt;Things are not as they seem. God is working all of this out according to his pleasure, and we know that his pleasure is to do ultimate good for His people (Romans 8:28).  The world cannot possibly see this without eyes of faith, so they are forced to try to make something good for themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 Their idols are silver and gold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the work of human hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19115005-1"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They have mouths, but do not speak;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eyes, but do not see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19115006-1"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They have ears, but do not hear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noses, but do not smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19115007-1"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They have hands, but do not feel;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feet, but do not walk;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and they do not make a sound in their throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19115008-1"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those who make them become like them;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so do all who trust in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fooled, idols (things that we use to make us feel like things are good when they don't look so good) cannot DO anything.  But they sure LOOK like they can.  I love this description of idols!  They have mouths, eyes, ears, noses, hands, feet, throats. To the untrained eye they look pretty handy.  But, in reality, they are completely USELESS!  They cannot do anything for us.  And when we begin to trust in them, we become like them, USELESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is producing idols at a frantic pace, desperate for something to fill the void.  They are spending all of their time and energy on these useless idols, wasting their lives away.  We possess the only thing that can save their wasted lives, the gospel of Jesus.  And sometimes we are so enchanted by the world's beautiful idols that we are stumbling around useless like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19115011-1"&gt;11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You who fear the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, trust in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is their help and their shield.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19115012-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; has remembered us; he will bless us;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help us to wait on your blessing, and stop fiddling around with these useless idols.  Help us to trust in you and lift you up so that the world can see the One who is more beautiful than anything we can make.  Allow us to see your beauty and your worth everyday so that we can see the folly of all of these idols in our hearts!  Don't let us be fooled by thinking that if we make a really cool idol, we can attain some kind of glory.  It will not fulfill.  Only when we give all of the glory to you, will we be lifted up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="esv-text"&gt;&lt;p id="p41008035.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num woc" id="v41008035-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;For whoever would save his life&lt;span class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake and the gospel's will save it. (Mark 8:35)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-3553091812660387304?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/3553091812660387304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=3553091812660387304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/3553091812660387304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/3553091812660387304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/02/psalm-115.html' title='Psalm 115'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-1908313442395068195</id><published>2009-02-03T07:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:23:16.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 144 Train My Hands For War</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="chapter-num" id="v19144001-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=ps+144"&gt;Psalm 144&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blessed be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, my rock,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who trains my hands for war,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my fingers for battle;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19144002-1"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he is my steadfast love and my fortress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my stronghold and my deliverer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my shield and he in whom I take refuge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="line-group" id="p19144003.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19144003-1"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;O &lt;span class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;, what is man that you regard him,&lt;br /&gt;or the son of man that you think of him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19144004-1"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;Man is like a breath;&lt;br /&gt;his days are like a passing shadow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19144005-1"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bow your heavens, O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and come down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Touch the mountains so that they smoke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, train my hands for war and my fingers for the battle that is before me.  I don't know how to fight this war against the darkness, but you do, and you have already defeated it!!!  Just put me in line where I need to be, and touch the mountains so that they smoke, and I will follow your lead.  Let me see your power in this ministry being formed.  Give us your vision, Lord, your love, your hope, and your light.  For YOU are all we have to offer people!  Who am I, Lord, that you think of me?  Even so, use me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-1908313442395068195?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/1908313442395068195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=1908313442395068195' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/1908313442395068195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/1908313442395068195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/02/psalm-144-train-my-hands-for-war.html' title='Psalm 144 Train My Hands For War'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-6678645791214576676</id><published>2009-02-02T07:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:55:46.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 103</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=psalm+103"&gt;Psalm 103&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19103010-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He does not deal with us according to our sins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nor repay us according to our iniquities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19103011-1"&gt;11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For as high as the heavens are above the earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so great is his steadfast love toward those who fear him;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19103012-1"&gt;12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as far as the east is from the west,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so far does he remove our transgressions from us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="line-group" id="p19103015.01-1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="line-group" id="p19103020.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19103015-1"&gt;15 &lt;/span&gt;As for man, his days are like grass;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he flourishes like a flower of the field;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19103016-1"&gt;16 &lt;/span&gt;for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and its place knows it no more.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19103017-1"&gt;17 &lt;/span&gt;But the steadfast love of the &lt;span class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and his righteousness to children's children,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19103018-1"&gt;18 &lt;/span&gt;to those who keep his covenant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and remember to do his commandments.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19103019-1"&gt;19 &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;span class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; has established his throne in the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and his kingdom rules over all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="line-group" id="p19103020.01-1"&gt;How comforting it is to realize that our God is so much greater than our plans!  Our days are like flowers that are here and then gone in a season.  But the steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting. He has a glorious redemptive plan worked out.  And He has chosen to use us, with all of our sin, to be a part of what He is doing.  For he does not deal with us according to our sins, PRAISE GOD!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="line-group" id="p19103020.01-1"&gt;He has removed our sins from us as far as the east is from the west.  Lord knows my sins have been many, and some of them great, and he knows them all very well.  He paid for each of them.  But I have nothing to hang my head over!  He has taken them all and removed them from me, never to appear again.  What freedom!  And not just the sins of the past, but also of the future, the ones that will shock me tomorrow, he has already dealt with.  I stand amazed!!  How marvelous, how wonderful is my Savior's love for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19103020-1"&gt;20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bless the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, O you his angels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you mighty ones who do his word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obeying the voice of his word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19103021-1"&gt;21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bless the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, all his hosts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his ministers, who do his will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19103022-1"&gt;22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bless the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, all his works,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in all places of his dominion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bless the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, O my soul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my soul join the hosts of heaven today!  Bless the Lord, O my soul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-6678645791214576676?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/6678645791214576676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=6678645791214576676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/6678645791214576676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/6678645791214576676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/02/psalm-103.html' title='Psalm 103'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-8678655801469379771</id><published>2009-01-30T06:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:38:46.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 82</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=psalm+82"&gt;Psalm 82&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19082003-1"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give justice to the weak and the fatherless;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maintain the right of the afflicted and the destitute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19082004-1"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rescue the weak and the needy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deliver them from the hand of the wicked.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="line-group" id="p19082005.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19082005-1"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;They have neither knowledge nor understanding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;they walk about in darkness;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;all the foundations of the earth are shaken.&lt;/p&gt;The weak and the needy weigh heavy on my heart this morning. I feel so helpless when I see people everywhere hurting in so many ways and I can't fix it.  They tell me their troubles and struggles and I just want to run to their rescue and be the hero, but I can't.  I don't know what to do or how to help! I know that the gospel is the only real hope for everyone.  But what about those who don't heed the call and come to Christ.  What about those who are already in Christ and are still hurting? I know.  The gospel. Christ is our only hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many are walking about in the darkness, like the living dead stumbling through life. It looks so normal to us that we don't notice it, and in some ways we start looking like zombies ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, let me be your hands and feet to the poor and needy (physically and spiritually!)  Show me who they are and then teach me how to help them.  All the foundations of the earth are shaken.  Nothing is as it should be.  Jesus, show me how your church, your bride, your body, should be rescuing.  Let me walk among the living dead breathing life, the life that only you can give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-8678655801469379771?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/8678655801469379771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=8678655801469379771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/8678655801469379771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/8678655801469379771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-82.html' title='Psalm 82'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-2200367688029326299</id><published>2009-01-29T07:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:58:04.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 1: In All That He Does He Prospers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=psalm+1"&gt;Psalm 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="chapter-num" id="v19001001-1"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blessed is the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who walks not in the counsel of the wicked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nor stands in the way of sinners,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nor sits in the seat of scoffers;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19001002-1"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but his delight is in the law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and on his law he meditates day and night.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="line-group" id="p19001003.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19001003-1"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;He is like a tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;planted by streams of water&lt;br /&gt;that yields its fruit in its season,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and its leaf does not wither.&lt;br /&gt;In all that he does, he prospers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="line-group" id="p19001003.01-1"&gt;My heart has been heavy for the lost lately.  I have repented for trying to shelter myself and my family and realized that we need to be out in the world loving people, and that may mean associating with people who are not like us.  But these verses remind me to be on guard in the midst of this mission.  Surrounding myself with those who do not know the Lord calls for extra caution.  God does not want me to begin to think like them, or take their counsel or walk in their way... that's not going to help anyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="line-group" id="p19001003.01-1"&gt;If I want our work to prosper, I must meditate and delight in God's Word!!  I am praying and longing to yield fruit and God has just shown me how that is going to happen. God's words are cultivating in me a stronger love for Christ than I have ever had. This is what is going to bear fruit, in season, when God chooses.  I praise Him today that He has given me the desire to soak up His Word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="line-group" id="p19001003.01-1"&gt;Father, you know my heart, you know how weak I am!  Let me love the people around me without falling.  Let me use my Christian liberty to relate to people without becoming them.  Lord, keep Your Word in my heart.  Do not let this desire fade.  I know that if I were left to myself, my love for your word will depart as quickly as it came. Help ours to be a church that is in love with Your Word and with the Jesus that it reveals so that our work here in these communitites will prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-2200367688029326299?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/2200367688029326299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=2200367688029326299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/2200367688029326299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/2200367688029326299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-1-in-all-that-he-does-he-prospers.html' title='Psalm 1: In All That He Does He Prospers'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-4476776676084170554</id><published>2009-01-27T08:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:19:05.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 90: Establish The Work of Our Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=psalm+90"&gt;Psalm 90&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="line-group" id="p19090012.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19090009-1"&gt;9 &lt;/span&gt;For all our days pass away under your wrath;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we bring our years to an end like a sigh.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19090010-1"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;The years of our life are seventy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or even by reason of strength eighty;&lt;br /&gt;yet their span&lt;span class="footnote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is but toil and trouble;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;they are soon gone, and we fly away.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19090011-1"&gt;11 &lt;/span&gt;Who considers the power of your anger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and your wrath according to the fear of you?&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19090012-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="line-group" id="p19090012.01-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19090012-1"&gt;12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So teach us to number our days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that we may get a heart of wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19090013-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A thousand years in God's sight &lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;are "but as yesterday when it is past."  "Like the grass that flourishes in the morning and fades and withers in the evening."  This world is passing away, along with many of the people in it, and I am lamenting my youth slipping away from me. I'm distraught because my face is beginning to show signs that point to the fact that I'm going to get old!  Duh!  Somehow I am shocked by it.  Never mind that everyone from the beginning of time has been getting older everyday.  And no amount of working out or eating healthy has ever changed it. Oh, what useless agony to be concerned about aging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read this verse, "teach us to number our days, THAT WE MAY GET A HEART OF WISDOM."  Interesting that numbering our days, or realizing that we're passing away = a heart of wisdom.  I am so afraid of thinking about getting older that I am missing the blessing to be found in the mindset that thinks of this world as withering away.  There is so much important work to be done and so little time!  We see toil and struggle all of our days and we get so distracted by it, when God has left us here as rescuers, to deliver others from the toil! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19090014-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19090014-1"&gt;14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19090015-1"&gt;15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and for as many years as we have seen evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19090016-1"&gt;16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let your work be shown to your servants,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and your glorious power to their children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19090017-1"&gt;17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let the favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of the Lord our God be upon us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and establish the work of our hands upon us;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, establish the work of our hands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, Lord, teach me to number my days, and be satisfied with your steadfast love.  As we commit to working for you in the communities around us, it means nothing if you don't let Your work be shown, and Your glorious power be seen!  Let the favor of our Lord be upon us here.  Now.  And establish the work of our hands!!  Let us prosper in our Kingdom work, Lord, for your name's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19090014-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-4476776676084170554?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/4476776676084170554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=4476776676084170554' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/4476776676084170554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/4476776676084170554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-90-establish-work-of-our-hands.html' title='Psalm 90: Establish The Work of Our Hands'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-3480963634189025160</id><published>2009-01-26T06:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T07:15:24.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 139: You Know Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=psalm+139"&gt;Psalm  139&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="chapter-num" id="v19139001-1"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, you have searched me and known me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19139002-1"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know when I sit down and when I rise up;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you discern my thoughts from afar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19139003-1"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You search out my path and my lying down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and are acquainted with all my ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19139007-1"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where shall I go from your Spirit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or where shall I flee from your presence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19139008-1"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I ascend to heaven, you are there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19139013-1"&gt;13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For you formed my inward parts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you knitted me together in my mother's womb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is acquainted with all of my ways.  That could be scary!  ... Or very encouraging, for God not only knows my ways, but He made my personality, He formed my inward parts.  So, somewhere in the strange mix of who I am, is exactly the ingredients that God intends to use to cause me to walk in the good works that He has prepared for me.  In the midst of the sin and the wandering heart inside of me is the light that someone else needs to see that will cause them to glorify our Father in heaven and turn to His Son for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so incompetent and incapable of the mission that God has set before me. But I am reminded that on the days that I feel closest to Him and my heart is soaring, and I feel like I can touch Him, He is there and my light is shining.  But, just as true, on the days when I am in the depths of sin and despair, and my heart is chasing after some lesser pleasure, He is there and my light is shining, though dimly. I cannot flee from His presence because the Spirit has chosen to reside WITHIN me!  What a thought.  Even when I am doing my best to cover it up, the light of Jesus is shining, because I am in Him.  It is who I am, not something I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Lord, search me and know my heart, find any grievous way within me.  And I thank you that, while I am being sanctified, at every given moment, I am perfectly suited to do the work and live the life that you have laid out for me!  Shine your light through me, Lord, and lead me in the way everlasting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-3480963634189025160?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/3480963634189025160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=3480963634189025160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/3480963634189025160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/3480963634189025160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-139-you-know-me.html' title='Psalm 139: You Know Me'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-1274425513648800952</id><published>2009-01-22T07:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:06:19.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 78: Tell the Coming Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Psalm+78"&gt;Psalm 78&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19078018-1"&gt;18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They tested God in their heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by demanding the food they craved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19078019-1"&gt;19 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They spoke against God, saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Can God spread a table in the wilderness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19078020-1"&gt;20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He struck the rock so that water gushed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and streams overflowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can he also give bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or provide meat for his people?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has provided me with breath and life and light.  He has given me a husband perfectly suited to me, and filled my home with wonderful children.  He has given us an over abundance of food and drink to enjoy over the course of our lives, and a beautiful home to enjoy them in.  He has pulled me out of the pit of destruction and made my steps secure!  Do you think, maybe, he could make sure we have food to eat this week?  And money to pay our bills?  Because I'm not sure, I don't know if He can do it.  It just seems such a daunting task for God, I just don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly, this is how my mind works!  Of course, I wouldn't say these words out loud, or even think them word for word in my head, but this is what it comes down to.  I fret, I worry, I become downcast. Why, if I truly believe that God is my refuge and deliverer?  Have I forgotten all that He has already done? What example am I showing my children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19078002-1"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will open my mouth in a parable;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will utter dark sayings from of old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19078003-1"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things that we have heard and known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that our fathers have told us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19078004-1"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We will not hide them from their children,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but tell to the coming generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the glorious deeds of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and his might,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the wonders that he has done.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19078005-1"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He established a testimony in Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and appointed a law in Israel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; which he commanded our fathers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to teach to their children,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19078006-1"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that the next generation might know them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the children yet unborn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and arise and tell them to their children,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19078007-1"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so that they should set their hope in God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and not forget the works of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if I were constantly reminding my children all that God has done for us instead of walking around discouraged? They should NEVER hear me complain about money or lack of possessions!!  What does that say to them about my faith in the goodness of God? If I want them to set their hope in God, and I do, then I must be revealing to them the true God who is always good to His people and always knows what's best for them.  The true God whose ways are far above my ways and who deserves unquestioning, unwavering submission. The true God who never leaves and never forsakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to see you for who you are so that I can reflect you accurately to my children.  Thank you for having a steadfast love that endures forever, so that when I fail and fall you are there to pick me up.  You have made my steps secure.  You have granted me so much more faith and grace in this area, but, Lord, I have a long way to go.  Please reveal yourself to my children despite my failures.  Please draw them to you, and let them set their hope in YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-1274425513648800952?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/1274425513648800952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=1274425513648800952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/1274425513648800952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/1274425513648800952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-78-tell-coming-generation.html' title='Psalm 78: Tell the Coming Generation'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-937581405240962143</id><published>2009-01-21T07:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:47:19.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 107: Let The Redeemed of the Lord Say So</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Psalm+107"&gt;Psalm 107&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="chapter-num" id="v19107001-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19107010-1"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some sat in darkness and in the shadow of death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prisoners in affliction and in irons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19107011-1"&gt;11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for they had rebelled against the words of God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and spurned the counsel of the Most High.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19107012-1"&gt;12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So he bowed their hearts down with hard labor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they fell down, with none to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19107013-1"&gt;13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then they cried to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in their trouble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and he delivered them from their distress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19107014-1"&gt;14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He brought them out of darkness and the shadow of death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and burst their bonds apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19107015-1"&gt;15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let them thank the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for his steadfast love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for his wondrous works to the children of man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19107016-1"&gt;16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For he shatters the doors of bronze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and cuts in two the bars of iron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around me and I see these people in these verses.  In the shadow of death, hearts bowed down with hard labor, spurning the counsel of God, and they don't know why they feel like they are in chains.  And I also remember that this was me, and is me without the blood of Christ covering me.  But He has burst my bonds apart!  Oh, that I would live in light of this freedom everyday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="chapter-num" id="v19107001-1"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh give thanks to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, for he is good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for his steadfast love endures forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19107002-1"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let the redeemed of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; say so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whom he has redeemed from trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so encouraged today by these verses.  How easy it seems to advance the Kingdom of God!  We all begin in the shadow of death, in chains.  Jesus comes and forgives our sins and breaks our bonds.  We are so happy to be free that we cannot help but shout his praises.  He is good, His steadfast love endures forever!  Others in chains hear our cries of joy, and wonder how they could be free from their chains.  We tell them the good news of Jesus, and he breaks their chains and they shout for joy, and others hear their cries... and on and on.  Let the redeemed of the Lord say so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, let me be a voice.  I have seen you work, Lord, out of my feeble attempt at evangelism.  You redeemed me, gave me hope, made me happy, and all I had to do was say so.  There are so many others around me who are in the desert, and in the darkness.  Give them ears to hear, Lord, because we are going to shout your praises!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-937581405240962143?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/937581405240962143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=937581405240962143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/937581405240962143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/937581405240962143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-107-let-redeemed-of-lord-say-so.html' title='Psalm 107: Let The Redeemed of the Lord Say So'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-2501168411486586822</id><published>2009-01-20T06:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T07:02:07.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 46: The Lord of Hosts Is With Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="line-group" id="p19046001.18-1"&gt;&lt;span class="chapter-num" id="v19046001-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=psalm46"&gt;Psalm 46&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="line-group" id="p19046001.18-1"&gt;&lt;span class="chapter-num" id="v19046001-1"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;God is our refuge and strength,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a very present&lt;span class="footnote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; help in trouble.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19046002-1"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19046003-1"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;though its waters roar and foam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;though the mountains tremble at its swelling. &lt;span class="selah"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="line-group" id="p19046001.18-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19046006-1"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;The nations rage, the kingdoms totter;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he utters his voice, the earth melts.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19046007-1"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;span class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; of hosts is with us;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the God of Jacob is our fortress. &lt;span class="selah"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19046010-1"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Be still, and know that I am God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will be exalted among the nations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will be exalted in the earth!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19046011-1"&gt;11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of hosts is with us;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the God of Jacob is our fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are God!  The nations are raging, the kingdoms tottering.  But when you utter your voice, the earth melts and bends to your will.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You are our refuge and our strength, you are our only help in trouble.  Utter your voice today, Lord, and I will be still and know that you are God.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-2501168411486586822?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/2501168411486586822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=2501168411486586822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/2501168411486586822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/2501168411486586822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-46-lord-of-hosts-is-with-us.html' title='Psalm 46: The Lord of Hosts Is With Us'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-3263112896519329009</id><published>2009-01-19T06:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:37:40.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm75: It Is I Who Keep Steady Its Pillars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Psalm+75"&gt;Psalm 75&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="line-group" id="p19075002.01-1"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19075002-1"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;“At the set time that I appoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will judge with equity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19075003-1"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;When the earth totters, and all its inhabitants,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it is I who keep steady its pillars. &lt;span class="selah"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19075004-1"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;I say to the boastful, ‘Do not boast,’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and to the wicked, ‘Do not lift up your horn;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19075005-1"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;do not lift up your horn on high,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or speak with haughty neck.’”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19075006-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful to come across this Psalm on the eve of Inauguration Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have tried to gaze into the future of America in these last months, I am unsure and afraid.  I am apprehensive about the fate of even the relatively simple lifestyle that I now live.  I am becoming more and more convinced that those who prophesy of the crumbling of the United States, though completely unfounded biblically, may prove to be quite true practically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then God says to me, "when the earth totters and all its inhabitants, It is I who keep steady its pillars."  And I realize all that is unfolding, wherever it leads, is just another bend in the road of God's redemptive history.  It dawns on me that the prosperity and the success that this country has seen in the past has not been due the our perfect expression of government, or our great "Christian" leaders, or the goodwill of the American people, or our capitalist economy, or our mighty military.  It has been God who has been holding it up all along.  And I dare say that He was not prospering America due to its over abundance of righteous people, or due to the fact that they used to pray in public schools, or display the ten commandments in the courtrooms.  It was simply part of His redemption story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wherever we are headed as a nation in the future, I am certain it will be just where God intends us to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19075006-1"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For not from the east or from the west&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and not from the wilderness comes lifting up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19075007-1"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it is God who executes judgment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;putting down one and lifting up another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it may prove to be a glorious time indeed!  When things are going well, the world tends to feel pretty self-sufficient.  People are wrapped up in personal comfort and momentary pleasure.  When things are miserable, people tend to think about more ultimate questions and start to wonder about God and why they exist.  This could be a wonderful opportunity for the church to shine the light of the gospel in a way not possible just a few years ago.  My husband said it best, God has raised up Barack Obama, (along with every other leader) for such a time as this!  Wherever any president thinks he is leading this country, whether good or evil in our eyes, we need to remember, it is God who executes judgment, putting down one country, one leader, and lifting another up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="chapter-num" id="v19075001-1"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We give thanks to you, O God;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we give thanks, for your name is near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; recount your wondrous deeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to see with Kingdom eyes!  Help me to count this economic and political hardship as opportunity.  Help me to think not of what it may do to my personal lifestyle, and what turmoil it may cause,  but help me think of the wonderful opportunity it creates to recount your wondrous deed, to share Christ and to add worshippers to your Kingdom!  Father, be with our leaders, conservative and liberal, Republican and Democrat, Christian and Atheist, and guide them in the way that best serves your Kingdom.  Let us see that this is just the next step toward the day when the skies will be rolled back and victory will be forever ours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-3263112896519329009?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/3263112896519329009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=3263112896519329009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/3263112896519329009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/3263112896519329009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm75-it-is-i-who-keep-steady-its.html' title='Psalm75: It Is I Who Keep Steady Its Pillars'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-8734267579451057601</id><published>2009-01-16T08:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:32:06.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 34: Taste and See</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19034004-1"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sought the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and he answered me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and delivered me from all my fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19034005-1"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those who look to him are radiant, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and their faces shall never be ashamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What freedom! To be able to just look to the Lord and come away radiant and unashamed. I have so much to be ashamed of, and it is the nature of the Christian to feel some kind of virtue in having our sin in the front of our minds.  Maybe for a fraction of a second it is virtuous, but if we will turn to the Lord, we do not have to be ashamed!  In fact, we SHOULDN'T be ashamed.  If we are constantly ashamed and downcast in spirit maybe we are ridiculously self-centered. If we are focused on Christ (who he is and what he has done for us) we will be radiant and our faces will never be ashamed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19034008-1"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, taste and see that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19034019-1"&gt;19 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many are the afflictions of the righteous, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; delivers him out of them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19034022-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; redeems the life of his servants; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;none of those who take refuge in him will be condemned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, Lord, to continually get a taste of you, and you will always prove to be good!  Refresh me with your living water daily so that I can teach my children and show those all around me that, (in the words of TobyMac) "you can't see it with an untrained eye, but if you take some time you are sure to find it, we complicate something so basic, but once you taste, you gon' chase it like me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you, Lord.  I need your refuge.  Help me to be ready for the afflictions that you promise will come.  But show me always that you deliver your people.  You never leave us.  I will not be condemned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-8734267579451057601?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/8734267579451057601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=8734267579451057601' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/8734267579451057601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/8734267579451057601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-34-taste-and-see.html' title='Psalm 34: Taste and See'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-4971719025745660122</id><published>2009-01-14T17:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:38:53.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 73: It Is Good To Be Near God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="chapter-num" id="v19073001-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Psalm+73"&gt;Psalm 73&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73:1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truly God is good to Israel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to those who are pure in heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19073002-1"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But as for me, my feet had almost stumbled, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my steps had nearly slipped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19073003-1"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For I was envious of the arrogant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19073016-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But when I thought how to understand this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it seemed to me a wearisome task,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19073017-1"&gt;17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;until I went into the sanctuary of God; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then I discerned their end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot number the times I have been envious of the arrogant, and jealous to see the wicked prosper.  Or even the Christians prosper. How many times have I thought, "Why do we have to struggle and scrape for pennies?  What about the pastors who have new laptops and blackberries and whose wives have closets full of new clothes and every new kitchen gadget and they both make 6 digits speaking at conferences?  Wouldn't ministry be so much easier if we didn't have to wonder and fret over how to pay our bills? Or if our van is going to make it another day? Or if our kids are going to have schoolbooks this year? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it might be easier.  Or would it?  Would I still long to go into the sanctuary of God to discern the truth about life?  Would my love of people have to compete with my love of people's praise?  Would my worship of God have to compete with my worship of possessions?  Would my desire to do be helpful be overrun by my desire to be hip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart truly goes out the pastors and families who are on the other end of the financial spectrum!  Especially those who are truly trying to be Christ-centered and humble.  The ones that stay faithful are much better people than I, and God has laid a heavy burden on them for His sake!  I pray that they endure to the end and receive their rewards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for my simple life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19073027-1"&gt;27 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For behold, those who are far from you shall perish;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you put an end to everyone who is unfaithful to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19073028-1"&gt;28 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But for me it is good to be near God;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have made the Lord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; my refuge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that I may tell of all your works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for using whatever means necessary for keeping me near you!  Even if that means making me scrape for pennies for the rest of my days.  I have made the Lord my refuge.  There is nothing on earth I desire beside you!  And, again, you have allowed all of this that I may &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell&lt;/span&gt; of all your works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-4971719025745660122?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/4971719025745660122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=4971719025745660122' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/4971719025745660122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/4971719025745660122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-73.html' title='Psalm 73: It Is Good To Be Near God'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-5393781541409047290</id><published>2009-01-13T06:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:20:33.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 51: Create In Me A Clean Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v19051010-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 For I know my transgressions, and my sin is ever before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 Behold I was brought forth in iniquity, and in sin did my mother conceive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sin is ever before me!  I am so unworthy of this salvation that I have been given.  Whenever I am tempted to think that I have arrived at some higher spiritual marker, God shows me the rebellious child within me!  But a broken and contrite heart He will not despise.  As quickly as He shows me my sin, He show me my Savior, and restores the joy of my salvation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stay there, reveling in my joy, rejoicing in my little Christian box, with my Christian family, in my Christian world.  The world I live in is not Christian! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19051010-1"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Create in me a clean heart, O God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and renew a right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="footnote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; spirit within me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19051011-1"&gt;11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cast me not away from your presence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and take not your Holy Spirit from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19051012-1"&gt;12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Restore to me the joy of your salvation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and uphold me with a willing spirit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19051013-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I will teach transgressors your ways, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and sinners will return to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19051014-1"&gt;14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O God of my salvation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my tongue will sing aloud of your righteousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19051015-1"&gt;15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Lord, open my lips, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my mouth will declare your praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me not be annoyed at the way that my life is "interrupted!"  My life is yours, there can be no such thing as an interruption if I have given my life to you.  Help me to use the opportunities that you give me to teach your ways, that sinners will return to you!  Open my lips so that my mouth will declare your praise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be a part of your work, Lord.  Let me see your kingdom grow, and people in the communities around me turn to you.  Give me opportunity and then give me the words to say and the courage to say them.  It begins and ends with you, Lord.  Just let me be an instrument.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-5393781541409047290?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/5393781541409047290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=5393781541409047290' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/5393781541409047290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/5393781541409047290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-51-create-in-me-clean-heart.html' title='Psalm 51: Create In Me A Clean Heart'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-3974515408891251213</id><published>2009-01-12T06:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:08:42.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 40, Making My Steps Secure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="chapter-num" id="v19040001-1"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I waited patiently for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he inclined to me and heard my cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19040002-1"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He drew me up from the pit of destruction,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out of the miry bog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and set my feet upon a rock,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;making my steps secure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19040003-1"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He put a new song in my mouth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a song of praise to our God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Many will see and fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and put their trust in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If  I could only remember that the Lord is inclined to me and hears my cry!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I would wait patiently for Him instead of worrying and fretting and feeling like I am holding the whole world up on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has set my feet upon a rock and made my steps secure.  Wow!  If that isn't the ultimate anti-worrying verse. So you mean that I can't make one wrong move and make my whole world crumble?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You mean that if I say the wrong thing, I'm not going to fall into oblivion?  You mean if I make the wrong decision about whether or not to discipline one of my children for a given offense, they're not going to walk away from the faith and be permanently damaged?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This definitely puts a new song of praise in my mouth.  God is the one who drew me up from the pit, and HE is the one who keeps me from falling back into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, may my soul rest in you in such a way that those around me can see it!  May those who look at my life see one who is not bearing the weight of the world, but rather looking forward to inheriting the earth with the ONE who is actually holding it up!  I pray that they would see enough of a reflection of you in me, that many would see and fear and put their trust in you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num" id="v19040017-1"&gt;17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As for me, I am poor and needy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but the Lord takes thought for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You are my help and my deliverer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do not delay, O my God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-3974515408891251213?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/3974515408891251213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=3974515408891251213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/3974515408891251213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/3974515408891251213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-40.html' title='Psalm 40, Making My Steps Secure'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-6463018201790029841</id><published>2009-01-09T06:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:14:21.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 39 What Is the Measure of My Days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath!  Surely a man goes about as a shadow!  Surely for nothing they are in turmoil; man heaps up wealth and does not know who will gather!&lt;/span&gt;  vv5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that I could live like life is a breath!  I run around and "heap up wealth" and try to make everything in this life perfect and set things up like they are going to last forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we were in the process of building our house, and everything seemed new and fresh and exciting.  We would spend days in Lowes and Menards agonizing over which color of clearance tile to use, and what bathroom and kitchen fixtures were most convenient and not most costly, and how we should design the kitchen for maximum effeciency, and what color countertops and what color paint and what color siding... and on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several times, on the way home from these stores I would look out the window and see houses all around.  Houses that were new at one time, houses which someone agonized over how to build and what to fill them with.  Now they were old and dilapitated.  Siding faded, window cracked, railing rusted... Sadness would overtake me, because I knew that no matter how sturdy we build, or how hard we try, inevitably, my new house is going to look like these someday.  And I would come to my senses and pray, "Thank you, God for showing me the vanity of it all!!"  I am so thankful for my wonderful home, but it is going to burn up someday, if it makes it that long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everything in this world lasted I would be tempted to forget why I am here.  If Christmas didn't end in a let-down, I might forget that these feelings of peace and warmth and harmony are only meant to point me heaven.  If the adrenaline rush that comes in athletic competition didn't fade, I  might forget that those feelings of triumph are only a minute fraction compared to the triumph when the King comes back for his people and Good prevails over evil once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a breath.  Lord, help me to spend my energy on the things that last forever.  Thank you for the daily pleasures that point us to heaven and for the daily disappointments that remind us that we're not there yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-6463018201790029841?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/6463018201790029841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=6463018201790029841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/6463018201790029841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/6463018201790029841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-39-what-is-measure-of-my-days.html' title='Psalm 39 What Is the Measure of My Days?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-7792635526583952634</id><published>2009-01-08T06:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:11:18.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 8 How Majestic Is Your Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?  Yet you have made him a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him with glory and honor.  You have given him dominion over the works of your hands, you have put all things under his feet.&lt;/span&gt; vv4-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has "set His glory above the heavens."  When I look up into the sky at night and contemplate what is up there, my mind is stretched beyond it's capabilities.  I cannot even grasp what I am looking at.  All of the smartest and most gifted people from all of the ages combined have come up with very little about what is in the universe and how it works.  God's glory is far beyond any of this!  The pieces of the cosmos are like his props for his play!  And the bible says that he has crowned MAN with glory and honor and put all things under his feet.  We are NOTHING compared to him and yet he cares for us, and not only that, has given us a place of honor in His universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one who has been given a place of honor and glory by God, I can't help but be convicted that my life should have a certain standard of excellence.  God has given us unbelievably complex bodies and minds and hearts, and what do I use mine for?  Mostly my own vain pursuits that will never amount to anything.  And when I do use them for something good, I do most things half-heartedly and half-way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me to push my body and my mind and my emotions to their limits in pursuit of you and in the advancement of your Kingdom.  I am so lazy!!  You have given me the tools to work with and I have misused them and dishonored your name.  Thank you for the gift of my body and mind.  Help me to use them for you today in any way that you direct me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-7792635526583952634?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/7792635526583952634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=7792635526583952634' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/7792635526583952634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/7792635526583952634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-8-how-majestic-is-your-name.html' title='Psalm 8 How Majestic Is Your Name'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-8959071035916372356</id><published>2009-01-07T06:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:25:47.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 127 "Unless the Lord Builds the House..."</title><content type='html'>"...those who build it labor in vain.  Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain.  It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep." vv. 1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have prayed through this Psalm, God has opened my heart to the possibility for a peace that is only possible when we truly trust Him.  Anything that I can attempt to build, if God doesn't do it through me, it is in vain.  At first, this seems like a negative statement, and it made me question all of my various pursuits and wonder if God is with me in them.  But God has revealed the flip side to me, and I am praying that it sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that if I am just willing to put myself out there as a tool for God, then I don't have to worry about the results.  If I will just love people, enjoy people, be willing to open my mouth and look like an idiot, I don't have to fret over results.  If I cultivate and nurture a Godly love toward my children, and discipline them lovingly, and teach them what I can... God is going to lead them where they need to go.  I am going to mess up in my parenting, in my relationships, in my witnessing, but if I just DO IT ANYWAY, maybe God will allow me to be involved in the great things that He is doing.  Sometimes I am so paralyzed by the fear of doing something the wrong way that I don't do it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage also has reiterated to me the importance and power of prayer.  If anything is going to be done for the Kingdom of God, HE is going to do it.  As individuals, and as the church, we should be devoting ourselves to prayer.  All of the planning and the organizing and talking in the world cannot measure up to an hour in prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me to be able to lay my head down each night knowing that I was an instrument in your hands.  Help me not to fret over results, but to leave them in your hands, that's where they are anyway.  Help me to open my mouth and speak, even if sometimes I don't say the perfect thing, and love people and not be so afraid of looking stupid, and then show me YOUR great works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-8959071035916372356?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/8959071035916372356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=8959071035916372356' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/8959071035916372356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/8959071035916372356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-127-unless-lord-builds-house.html' title='Psalm 127 &quot;Unless the Lord Builds the House...&quot;'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-4650978326953035300</id><published>2009-01-06T06:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:23:41.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 66, How Awesome Are Your Deeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;As I read this text, I couldn't help but think of "Testify to Love" by Avalon.  I remember when this song was first released I was a fairly new Christian.  I thought of this song as a "sell out" because the lyrics were not expressly about Christ.  Now, bear in mind, that my LIFE was not expressly about Christ at that time and the singers in Avalon were probably much more mature Christians than me, but I stood in judgment over them for this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later I was driving by myself and this song came on.  It had been a while since I had heard it, and I just sat and listened.  Now, I'm a sing-a-long kind of person, it is rare that I listen to a song that I know and don't sing it.  But for whatever reason, I was quiet and listened.  The lyrics are not profound if you have no context for them, but when you know the God that they are referring to, apparently they can be powerful.  As I let these words penetrate my heart, I was filled with the most amazing sense of wonder at who God is.  I was overwhelmed by a sense of His presence all around in everything and everywhere.  I was in awe of His greatness, and delighted in the realization that all of creation is a reflection of Him.  As I looked out the windows of my van, it was like I could see Him everywhere.  I felt like I could reach out and touch Him!  The sense of peace and joy that I felt was tangible, like I tasted heaven for just a brief moment. I remember it like it was yesterday and it was several years ago.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;It still blows me away to think that God used a song that I sinfully judged to give me the most overwhelming encounter with Him I think I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless our God, O peoples; let the sound of his praise be heard, who has kept our soul among the living and has not let our feet slip.  Psalm 66:8-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank you that you do not let my feet slip and no matter how immature and unreasonable my heart is, you keep me, Lord.  If it were up to me I would have turned away from you for far lesser things and missed out on the reason that I was made.  Thank you for the righteousness of Christ and His saving power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the colors of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;All of  voices of the wind&lt;br /&gt;Every dream that reaches out&lt;br /&gt;That reaches out to find  where love begins&lt;br /&gt;Every word of every story&lt;br /&gt;Every star in every sky&lt;br /&gt;Every corner of creation lives to testify&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I shall live&lt;br /&gt;I will testify to love&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a witness in the silences when words are not  enough&lt;br /&gt;With every breath I take I will give thanks to God above&lt;br /&gt;For as  long as I shall live&lt;br /&gt;I will testify to love&lt;br /&gt;From the mountains to the  valleys&lt;br /&gt;From the rivers to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Every hand that reaches out&lt;br /&gt;Every  hand that reaches out to offer peace&lt;br /&gt;Every simple act of mercy&lt;br /&gt;Every step  to kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;All the Hope in every heart will speak what love has done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-4650978326953035300?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/4650978326953035300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=4650978326953035300' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/4650978326953035300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/4650978326953035300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-66-how-awesome-are-your-deeds.html' title='Psalm 66, How Awesome Are Your Deeds'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3898748106723431506.post-8791503281106594539</id><published>2009-01-05T07:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:14:44.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 125</title><content type='html'>"The Lord surrounds His people like the mountains surround Jerusalem" and "those who trust in the Lord cannot be moved."  I pray, Lord, that you give me this kind of trust that cannot be moved.  As I begin this prayer journey and begin starting my day early and deliberately, I pray that You surround me and I feel Your presence all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I confess my sinful discontentment in my financial circumstances, I pray, Lord, that you cause me to stand and not be moved.  That I may trust in YOU to provide my happiness.  That I do not return and seek my pleasure in the world and the fun that money can buy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you, God, that "the scepter of wickedness shall not rest on the land allotted to the righteous."  I praise You because the ground that the church has been given for the Kingdom can never be taken back.  We can never lose ground in this battle, we can only push forward.  Forgive me, Lord, for not having a wartime mentality.  Help me to be so wrapped up in You and in gaining ground with You in Your Kingdom that nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all I fall on my face and worship You for making me one of the "righteous."  I have no righteousness of my own to offer You.  You have freely given the righteousness of Christ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3898748106723431506-8791503281106594539?l=prayingscripture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/feeds/8791503281106594539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3898748106723431506&amp;postID=8791503281106594539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/8791503281106594539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3898748106723431506/posts/default/8791503281106594539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingscripture.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-125.html' title='Psalm 125'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04111388633073503047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
