Ok, so it's Thursday, but at least it's a post. Yesterday was disrupted by meetings during the day and a new toy at night. I've rented a violin for a fiddling class I received for Christmas. I hadn't had a chance to play it yet, so last night I retreated to the garage, broke out my "learn to play" book and bowed my way towards "hot-crossed-buns." There weren't too many cats yowling at the end of my hour and a half practice session, so I'd call it a successful start.
Anyway, that has very little to do with Psalm 1, which was yesterday's big idea. We've started over in our one year Bible, so it seemed a fitting start to our 2006 prayer sessions. I've always really liked this psalm - it's short, sweet and to the point. Don't hang around the wrong folks (wicked, sinners, mockers), but meditate on the scriptures. Doing so will be like sending down deep roots near a stream. You will always be nourished, you will always be able to be in leaf and bear fruit. Additionally, in drought times, deep roots are able to provide nourishment when the rain doesn't come. In windy times, the tree won't be blown over.
Praying through this psalm is an act of faith: give me the strength and ability to do what is seemingly impossible - meditate on God's words night and day, fulfill the greatest commandments, be undivided in my love towards God. Without that prayer, I think my ability to follow God would be futile. I can't rely on my own strength, my own mind, my own soul alone because they would fail. Alone, I am drawn in many directions (or no direction at all), my life is utterly divided and I eventually burn myself out. With God's help, I am much more able to be focused, directed, clear in purpose and ability. My feeble ability coupled with God's grace and mercy is a winning combination.
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