Read Psalms 91-93
Prayer based on Psalms 91-93
Protecting, providing, pervasive
God, shelter me amid all that swirls around and surges within
me. I long for you to raise me up on
eagles’ wings, where I might get a glance/glimpse of the bigger perspective. Too often, O God, I don’t see the forest for
the trees; I get caught in the weeds. My
normal way of seeing, O God, is to give more weight to the negative and broken,
rather than the truth of beauty that sits alongside the bruises of life. I long to rest and abide in the abode/home of
Your affection. Let Your angels hark,
sing into, and shape my life, as they did six months ago on Christmas Eve. I long to give thanks to You, O God, because
Your steadfast love is found in such granular places, when I shift my seeing to
what is right in front of me: listening to music; moments of laughter; someone
holding my hand; ordinary grace of sunrise streaming in my window right
now. So, awaken me to Your work around
me so that You might work through me. As
I continue to marinate and meditate in the Psalms, may the metaphors deepen my
connection to You. When the Psalms
disrupt my tidy theology, let these ancient words stretch me in new directions
and give me permission to question and hold my doubts. Thank you, God for how Your presence has evoked
poetry and prayer and praise and perplexity
that are all still doorways to You today. In Your many names and how You move in many
ways. Amen.
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