"Part your heavens, LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, so that they smoke.
6 Send forth lightning and scatter the enemy; shoot your arrows and rout them.
7 Reach down your hand from on high; deliver me and rescue me from the mighty waters,
from the hands of foreigners
8 whose mouths are full of lies, whose right hands are deceitful.
6 Send forth lightning and scatter the enemy; shoot your arrows and rout them.
7 Reach down your hand from on high; deliver me and rescue me from the mighty waters,
from the hands of foreigners
8 whose mouths are full of lies, whose right hands are deceitful.
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| Choosing to praise even in the darkest hour |
9 I will sing a new song to you, my God;
on the ten-stringed lyre I will make music to you..."
- Psalm 144:5-9 (NIV)
on the ten-stringed lyre I will make music to you..."
- Psalm 144:5-9 (NIV)
I wiped a few drops of tears I shed, hidden in the darkness of the night as I kept tossing and turning and sleep was eluding from me.
I missed weaving memories and learning a lot of spiritual lessons from those incarcerated individuals I often treated when they complained of ailments, even if some of them lied about the symptoms.
I am on a hold at this stage of my journey. People seated in power deliberately planned to cease my work. I felt some piercing stabs in my heart as I recalled those events that led into this situation. One’s lack of understanding caused a wave that sent a ripple effect on those other ones who should have been mourning but rather was rejoicing at the expense of others’ fall.
“Singing cheerful songs to a person whose heart is heavy is as bad as stealing someone’s jacket in cold weather or rubbing salt in a wound.” – Proverbs 25:20 (NLT)
Tears welled up again as my heart ached for justice. I never desired their company. Their words were so many but were empty. They spent time plotting violence. They talked and let rumors sounded like it was the only truth. It would grow as fast as cancer cells, penetrating those ears opened to hear them and as they got passed along, with the truth either unfounded, twisted or had a few more added to it.
I was angry... Angry with their evil plots and actions. I was angry on their words that had no basis and they made the accusations without evidence. More tears and the piercing aches in my heart were more of a pity much later. I abhorred their ignorance. But I felt so sorry for them at the same time. What difference did we all have from those incarcerated individuals if even to lie was a sin?
We are all prisoners. But because of God’s grace, I remained a prisoner, a prisoner not of this world but of His love. I had been both destroying and building up walls in my heart and mind since He found me. Destroying those walls that needed to let go of the bad stuff and building up walls to keep those good things acceptable by Him.
“There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under heaven…a time to tear down and a time to rebuild…a time to tear and a time to mend…” – Ecclesiastes 3:1,3,7 (NLT)
Heavenly Father, You know my heart’s cries since I started working in the prison where You placed me. The evilness is too much. But it’s because people have the walls of their hearts ruined, lying bare to all of the enemies’ attacks, easily penetrated by their darts of corrupted things, easily conquered for they have no knowledge of Your power and might. Lord, I lift up my co-workers defeated by the enemies, corrupted with the world. Lord, may Your love and grace penetrate their hearts and with Your power, may they turn to You and come to know You.
As I go through this sea of trial, part the waters for me Oh Lord so that I may be able to cross safely. Help me not to miss those things I need to make the walls You help me erect in my heart to contain all those unseen things that have far more value than the things of this world.
It is hard Lord to even talk with You sometimes when You feel so far from me. But I know You are there. I always believe and trust in You because I know You truly alone are the way, the truth and the life. If living life means to suffer, then I am honored even to suffer with You. You’ve been there before that I know You’re the Best One to consult knowing how much understanding, love and faithfulness You have for us. My heart sings for joy Lord because of what You have done. I choose to sing…even in this difficult times knowing You are the One fighting for me and knowing that I already have the victory. Despite my weariness of the false, I choose to adore the Truth... You, Oh Lord are our song from heaven. Thank You for Your love, mercy and grace. In Jesus’ Holy Name. Amen.
