Proverbs 4: 20-23 My son, attend to my words; incline thine ear unto my sayings. Let them not depart from thine eyes; keep them in the midst of thine heart. For they are life unto those that find them, and health to all their flesh. Keep thy heart with all diligence; for out of it are the issues of life.
God's Word is the very breath I breathe. It is manna to a heart that is hungry. It is water to a soul parched from walking through scorching deserts. It is an anchor that holds steady when I am rocked to my very core. It keeps me, sustains me, and challenges me. God's Word is where I encounter the One who has captured my heart.
We all have stories that are created by life experiences. My story is one of survival; a story of a wounded child. I now see this life journey as a gift because it is that which causes me to drink so frequently from the water of His word.
I search and seek after a deeper relationship with Him. But I am very conscious that this also comes with responsibility. A responsibility to apply what I learn to my personal life first and then to share so others can learn.
Part one lists 6 steps all of these can be incorporated by using scriptures in a reflective manner when you pray. So come as I share with you the sacredness of my time before His throne of grace and mercy last night.
Quietly music is playing as I sit with my bible open upon my knee. Pen, highlighters and notepaper are close at hand. The "office" door is closed as I cloister myself alone with God. No phone, no internet, no distractions.
My heart is heavy as tears of anguish stream down my face. Six months of ill and ailing parents (read Clay Pots) have taken it's toll. The emotional fall-out from dysfunctional family dynamics stings tonight. A darkness seems to creep around the corners of my mind as I sense the lurking tendrils of devilish schemes that watch a weary soul.
Psalm 141 & 142
I read the scriptures and pen the words as I pray through them.
Psalm 141:2 Lord, let my prayer be set before you as incense. The lifting of my hands as the evening sacrifice. My eyes are upon You, O Lord. (141:8)
Father, I pray that my life will be one of praise to you even in the midst of dark situations that press against the light of my soul.
Ps 142:3 When my spirit is overwhelmed I cry and pour out that which concerns me. (142:2). You alone know my path and the way in which I should walk. (142:3).
Satan sets secret snares that sometimes catch me unawares (142:3). In bewilderment I am brought very low by thoughts that darken and deceive. (142:6). The snare is stronger than I am as I weep before You. God, You are Light and as I cry out (142:5) a sacrifice of praise rises as incense from my heart (141:2)
Prayer perfumes the night sky as from the censer of my heart I offer to You the cry of my soul. Gently, like the rustling of silk, softly spoken supplications rise like wisps of smoke into Your throne room. In sacrificial surrender I raise my hands, offering to You praises from a wounded heart.
Your Spirit stirs within as words of praise become weapons of war. The snare is broken (142:3,7) as I find my refuge in You. My soul is kept from the traps of the workers of the evil one (Ps 141: 9,10). I am safe in You.
Writing down these words (I date them as well in my journal) is a reminder of God's faithfulness. I will re-read them and be brought back to this entry again and again before this new year is done.
Today these words stand like a fortified wall within my heart. They guard and gird me as I continue to walk this path laid before my feet.
My heart is open to listen to what His word has shown me. By writing it down, I can review and remember.
Ellen Douglas wrote, "To be a writer is to bear witness to all that you have seen or heard."And so I write.... of the gift God has given to us - His word.
Jesus said in Luke 7:22 "tell them what you have seen and heard."