Psalm 18:1-2,49. I will love thee, O Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. Therefore will I give thanks unto thee, O Lord, among the heathen, and sing praises unto thy name.
Ah Friends, like an angel of peace and calm danced through my soul today, for I’ve been so peaceful, it scares me. Several annoying problems cropped up that I could not fix, but I didn’t rant and rave. I couldn’t decide on a Bit, but I wasn’t perturbed. I’ve been a bit under the weather recently, but today I’m feeling much better, and it’s certainly been a restful, non stressed day. For all of that, thanks and praise seemed most appropriate today. Having said that, it’s obvious I went straight to Bruh David’s words, because nobody does thanks and praise like him. Had to do a bit of searching and checking though, since I’ve used so many of them already. But like he never runs out. And if he ever does, so what? Then we just use them twice, or even thrice.(smile) Listen to these words people, that he spoke unto the Lord, the day He delivered him from the hand of all his enemies, especially his nemesis, Saul. I can just imagine Bruh Dave, early in the morning, having found a quiet place, alone with God, releasing a heavy sigh, throwing up his opened arms and raising his tear filled eyes to Heaven, before waxing poetical, in a barely audible voice, filled with heartfelt gratitude. ‘I will love thee, O Lord, my strength.’ Then with increasing power, ‘The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer;’ as the revelation of God’s goodness really dawns on him. ‘My God, my strength, in whom will I trust;’ And as the power of the Holy Spirit moved in him, he waxed stronger and stronger. ‘My buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.’ And he unashamedly poured out his heart, remembering the times the Most High had been good to him. And there were plenty, because it’s one of his longest writings; 50 verses. The tears of gratitude must have flowed copiously down his cheeks as he recounted them. And nowhere does he take credit for any of his victories, it’s always God. ‘He delivered me from my strong enemy…but the Lord was my stay…It is God that girdeth me with strength, and maketh my way perfect…Thou hast also given me the shield of thy salvation, and thy right hand hath holden me up, and thy gentleness hath made me great…It is God that avengeth me…He delivered me from mine enemies…Therefore I will give thanks unto thee O Lord, among the heathen, and sing praises to thy name.’ Oh Friends, there’s no more to say. Bruh David said it all. And if a strong, enlightened ruler like him can acknowledge the Lord as his rock and strength, and pour out his heart so eloquently, what can a lesser mortal like me say eh? Just that we should all go and do likewise Friends. The Lord has been good to all of us, and for many things we’ve never thanked him. So let’s just take some time, find a quiet place, enumerate some of His blessings, and pour out our hearts; shower Him with thanks and praise for His goodness to the undeserving children of men. He deserves it. Much LOVE!…Read Psalm 18…and weep…with joy…
Ah Friends, like an angel of peace and calm danced through my soul today, for I’ve been so peaceful, it scares me. Several annoying problems cropped up that I could not fix, but I didn’t rant and rave. I couldn’t decide on a Bit, but I wasn’t perturbed. I’ve been a bit under the weather recently, but today I’m feeling much better, and it’s certainly been a restful, non stressed day. For all of that, thanks and praise seemed most appropriate today. Having said that, it’s obvious I went straight to Bruh David’s words, because nobody does thanks and praise like him. Had to do a bit of searching and checking though, since I’ve used so many of them already. But like he never runs out. And if he ever does, so what? Then we just use them twice, or even thrice.(smile) Listen to these words people, that he spoke unto the Lord, the day He delivered him from the hand of all his enemies, especially his nemesis, Saul. I can just imagine Bruh Dave, early in the morning, having found a quiet place, alone with God, releasing a heavy sigh, throwing up his opened arms and raising his tear filled eyes to Heaven, before waxing poetical, in a barely audible voice, filled with heartfelt gratitude. ‘I will love thee, O Lord, my strength.’ Then with increasing power, ‘The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer;’ as the revelation of God’s goodness really dawns on him. ‘My God, my strength, in whom will I trust;’ And as the power of the Holy Spirit moved in him, he waxed stronger and stronger. ‘My buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.’ And he unashamedly poured out his heart, remembering the times the Most High had been good to him. And there were plenty, because it’s one of his longest writings; 50 verses. The tears of gratitude must have flowed copiously down his cheeks as he recounted them. And nowhere does he take credit for any of his victories, it’s always God. ‘He delivered me from my strong enemy…but the Lord was my stay…It is God that girdeth me with strength, and maketh my way perfect…Thou hast also given me the shield of thy salvation, and thy right hand hath holden me up, and thy gentleness hath made me great…It is God that avengeth me…He delivered me from mine enemies…Therefore I will give thanks unto thee O Lord, among the heathen, and sing praises to thy name.’ Oh Friends, there’s no more to say. Bruh David said it all. And if a strong, enlightened ruler like him can acknowledge the Lord as his rock and strength, and pour out his heart so eloquently, what can a lesser mortal like me say eh? Just that we should all go and do likewise Friends. The Lord has been good to all of us, and for many things we’ve never thanked him. So let’s just take some time, find a quiet place, enumerate some of His blessings, and pour out our hearts; shower Him with thanks and praise for His goodness to the undeserving children of men. He deserves it. Much LOVE!…Read Psalm 18…and weep…with joy…
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