Wednesday is for Prayer
Sleep is over-rated. One hour, and then toss, switch sides, too hot, toilet, a thousand thoughts, turn them into prayers, what was that sound?, more thoughts, more prayers, give up, rise up, light on, rearrange bed, locate Bible, listen to the voice of God.
Last night, reading, praying, meditating on Psalm 93. This.
Part of “The Poetry Project“, an offering for Psalm 93
Read Psalm 93
The King and a Blade of Dry Grass
Robed and covered,
. surrounded with majesty,
the Lord is enthroned with glory and power.
What He establishes is unmoveable,
You puny little man,
who are you?
You are a breath, a blade of dry grass,
. a little lower than an angel
. the bearer of a King’s image,
a King whose might is greater than the waves that would crush you
or the floods that would drown you.
. you puny little man,
. you are not mighty.
But He to whom you belong,
He is mighty, and every word He decrees is trust-tested.
Remember that, and live,
for holiness saturates His dwelling place.
Go to Psalm 94.