Showing posts with label he is my shield. Show all posts
Showing posts with label he is my shield. Show all posts

Monday, May 5, 2014

I cried unto the LORD with my voice

He stores up sound wisdom for the upright;
    He is a shield to those who walk in integrity,
guarding the paths of justice
    and watching over the way of His saints.
Then you will understand righteousness and justice
    and equity, every good path;
for wisdom will come into your heart,
    and knowledge will be pleasant to your soul.  Proverbs 2:7-10

Normally I crash like a dead person into bed. But sometimes, I don’t.  Like sometimes a late night phone call will trigger the murmuring. Like last night for instance.  When I very desperately needed every single drop of sleep. And in an odd blend of spiritual discipline and cognitive behaviorism, I repeat the twenty-third psalm, down, down into His restoration.

And this is Who He Is. A shield. Dear LORD God, My Shepherd, You are my shield against the fiery darts of doubt and weariness. I do not even need to ask because this is Your very character.

However, this I do ask: May I walk in integrity today. May I understand righteousness and justice and equity, and walk upright in every good path. And may Your knowledge be pleasant to my soul. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.


My Glory and the Lifter of my head.


Monday, December 24, 2012

the little snow people, with the carrots and buttons, loss themselves in love, and are now transformed, never to go back


The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in Him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise Him.  Psalm 28:7

Right now, I am liking that the I am helped is present tense and right now.  He is my strength–He nourishes my bones and keeps me upright and sturdy, perhaps even rising up on the wings of eagles, and He is my shield, protecting me from the poisonous lying darts of the enemy who attempts, fairly ceaselessly to rob me of joy, whispering lies of bitterness and accusation. The joy that comes from Him, that comes from drawing my water from His well; let it splash over my head and run down my entirety. He is sufficient.

And thus, because He is my strength and shield, let my heart rejoice.  
Joy to the world, the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And heaven and nature sing.

Let me open wide the door of my heart, sweep out all of me, and welcome You in.  Just thinking... what an unself thing laughter is– one of those complete eyes off me moments.  

Selah.