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Thursday, May 28, 2015
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Acrostic of Praise and Prayer
Note: After
reading Psalm 25, written by David, I noticed the note at the bottom of page
that said “This psalm is an acrostic poem, each verse beginning with the
successive letters of the Hebrew alphabet.” I’m glad I read the note, since,
being totally unfamiliar with the Hebrew alphabet, I wouldn't have recognized
the psalm as an acrostic. And…even though I know nothing about the “mechanics”
of David’s psalm, I tried my hand at writing the acrostic below, which, of
course, is far less excellent than his! But the words came from my heart, as David’s
did from his! Dear Reader, would you like to create an acrostic of praise and prayer?
Awesome God,
Blessed forever,
Creator of all,
Desire
of the ages,
Emmanuel,
Forgive me for all my sins
against you and others.
Give me peace—wonderful, indescribable
peace.
Help me to praise You in
all I do and say.
I humbly thank You in
Jesus’ name for blessing
me, for
Keeping Your every promise,
and for
Loving me more than my
mind can conceive.
May You be honored and
adored both
Near and far.
Open my eyes so that I may
see Your
Perfection and purity.
Quietly now I wait before
Thee,
Ready to do what You say,
Seeking to please You in
all
Things, both great and
small.
Unto Thee, O LORD, do I
lift up my
Voice—and unto Thee, O LORD,
Will I do my work so that ordinary
tasks become ways to honor and serve You.
X-ray my entire being,
give me a thorough check-up, and then cleanse Me and heal me.
You, the One who can do
ALL things, increase my
Zeal for You—not only for today
but also for all the days You’ve planned for me.
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Well-Crafted Stories
When a friend asked me to read the first three chapters (and the synopsis) of a fiction book she was writing, I gladly agreed. One morning I curled up with the 40+ pages and enjoyed a “good read.” Because I liked the two main characters she’d created and cheered for them as they grappled with painful emotions of the present (and the past), I was sorry when I reached the end of chapter three. I wanted MORE details about about how they’d find the true
bliss I knew (from reading the synopsis) the author had planned for them.
As I read my friend’s book, I recalled how much I’d enjoyed my few (and feeble) attempts at writing fiction. It’s really fun to bring characters to life and to choose what happens to them. I do a similar kind of thing when I create images with my camera. I get to choose what goes into the frame—and what doesn't.
God does that same kind of thing—only in a far, far greater way. As Max Lucado points out in his excellent book, When God’s Story Becomes Your Story, each life is “a crafted narrative written by a good God who is working toward your supreme good.”
God’s already written the book of my life—and yours, Dear Reader! We’ll just have to wait to “read” the remaining chapters!
Friday, May 1, 2015
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