Psalms – Prayers of Honesty
What does it mean to be strong? I ask myself this question then I think of those who were the epitome of strength to me in my younger days. We look up to people who exhibit strength, don’t we? For example, I loved it when my Grandpa would lift me and put on one of his horses. I thought he was the strongest man to be alive. He also would playfully lift me up and put on a cow or pig just for fun. Fun to him, maybe, not so much to me. We would both cackle and laugh at his teasing.
I thought my Grandpa could do anything. I tried to follow him wherever he went. But that meant getting up early and chasing after him! He showed his strength as a carpenter, lifting heavy boards, sawing, cutting, nailing them into place as he created and built cabinets for others. This was after he rose before dark to feed the animals on his farm. After a days work, he would the come home and do the farm chores again before supper.
Grandpa, along with Grandma, would also show their strength to me when others needed help. It seemed Grandpa and Grandma were, most often, the ones relatives and friends would turn to in times of distress and tragedy. Their home was always open as a safe haven to come and get a hot meal. They not only listened to hurt the tried to do something about it.
Grandpa and Grandma were the people others would come for advice and wisdom. “Let’s see what Jesse thinks first…” was the mantra of my growing up years. He was a life time elder, not because of his age but because of his strength and wisdom. Why? Because Grandpa knew where his strength came from and he thanked God every day. No, really, every day. His source of strength was God and he knew it.
Grandpa and Grandma, without fail, not matter what was happening around them, or how tired they were, always ended each day before bedtime on their knees crying out to God. I witnessed it. As a kid, I tired to get out of it once, and only once, saying, “But Grandpa, we just got back from prayer meeting at church…” (with a little whine) He only looked at me with his compassion look and at once I was on my knees with him. I never complained again. THIS was were his strength came from. Ah, I get it.
So, here I am, following in his footsteps. This is why I get up early each morning and pray, read God’s Word and then write about it in ways to hopefully help others. I am weak and need God’s daily strength to help and sustain me. I too, have discovered where my strength comes from…from God alone.
King David knew well where his strength comes from and testifies with a prayer song to God in response. This psalm brought back many fond memories of how God’s strength saved us and others throughout our lives. I pray it helps you, too.
Meditate as you read, let us worship our God of Strength and wisdom with grateful hearts.
Psalm 21 13Psalm 21, The Message
A David Psalm
1-7 Your strength, God, is the king’s strength.
Helped, he’s hollering Hosannas.
You gave him exactly what he wanted;
you didn’t hold back.
You filled his arms with gifts;
you gave him a right royal welcome.
He wanted a good life; you gave it to him,
and then made it a long life as a bonus.
You lifted him high and bright as a cumulus cloud,
then dressed him in rainbow colors.
You pile blessings on him;
you make him glad when you smile.
Is it any wonder the king loves God?
that he’s sticking with the Best?
8-12 With a fistful of enemies in one hand
and a fistful of haters in the other,
You radiate with such brilliance
that they cringe as before a furnace.
Now the furnace swallows them whole,
the fire eats them alive!
You purge the earth of their progeny,
you wipe the slate clean.
All their evil schemes, the plots they cook up,
have fizzled—every one.
You sent them packing;
they couldn’t face you.
13 Show your strength, God, so no one can miss it.
We are out singing the good news!
Psalm 21 on knees
Dear Heavenly Father,
There is no one like You! You are our strength, our fortress, our rock. You are our salvation. You protect and sustain us through all kinds of storms. You are God and we are not. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
In Jesus Name, Amen
And I’m singing…You Say by Lauren Daigle
I keep fighting voices in my mind that say I’m not enough
Every single lie that tells me I will never measure up
Am I more than just the sum of every high and every low?
Remind me once again just who I am, because I need to know (ooh oh)
You say I am loved when I can’t feel a thing
You say I am strong when I think I am weak
You say I am held when I am falling short
When I don’t belong, oh You say that I am Yours
And I believe (I), oh I believe (I)
What You say of me (I)
I believe
The only thing that matters now is everything You think of me
In You I find my worth, in You I find my identity, (ooh oh)
You say I am loved when I can’t feel a thing
You say I am strong when I think I am weak
And You say I am held when I am falling short
When I…
Yes, this is David…what until tomorrow’s psalm of honesty…

About randscallawayffm

Randy and Susan co founded Finding Focus Ministries in 2006. Their goal as former full time pastors, is to serve and provide spiritual encouragement and focus to those on the "front lines" of ministry. Extensive experience being on both sides of ministry, paid and volunteer, on the mission fields of other countries as well as the United States, helps them bring a different perspective to those who need it most. Need a lift? Call us 260 229 2276.
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