Typing Praise Words

4 Comments 17 May 2006

Ever get in a spiritual funk? I’ve been in one. In the infamous words of Patrick DeMuth, “I need a vacation.” We both feel the weight of working in France . . . working, working, working without a break.

I took a little break yesterday. I didn’t go to the beach, visit a friend, sit at a cafe. I worked. But my work was creating the power point for our upcoming Crossroads Gathering next Thursday May 25th. I typed worship lyrics. Odd, but as I typed, my heart lifted. Words like:

You are the King of glory
The Lord, strong and mighty

I fear no evil
for You are with me
Strong to deliver
Mighty to save

Don’t let my vision die
I’m calling out
Light the fire again

These words quickened my heart, gave me a snippet of hope that God is bigger than my circumstance, greater than my stress, larger than my worries. I’m reminded of a song I played over and over again when I was a young Christian…

God’s love is . . .
Stronger than the weight of all my sin
Deeper than the sea of doubt within
Higher than the walls that lock me in
and I’m going to trust in Him

Maybe I need to keep typing praise words instead of wallowing in the sometimes-discouraging words in my head!

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sherri

I’ve been there in that dark place…in a foreign land…and in the place that I should call home…Our family is facing a change right now. It’s not as drastic as a move overseas, but the feelings of leaving another piece of my heart behind overwhelmed me this morning.And I found myself back at a Psalm I prayed and set music to in a very dark time. Psalm 55. The first reading brought back many of those dark feelings I now associate with that Psalm. My mantra at that time was “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest…” (vs. 6) Then, I read your humor post (a little late) over at The Master’s Artist, and I began to think about how silly it was for me to long to have the wings of a dove–God did let me fly away from my tempest–but with those weeny, dovey wings, I have to wonder if it has taken me a lot longer to get where I am than simply staying put and “Casting my cares on the Lord…” like David says later on in his Psalm.So, I’ll pray for you as you learn to sacrifice your praise at Jesus’ feet…and I’ll pray that he brings many humorous metaphors into your life to lift you up. Sherri
sherri

I’ve been there in that dark place…
in a foreign land…
and in the place that I should call home…

Our family is facing a change right now. It’s not as drastic as a move overseas, but the feelings of leaving another piece of my heart behind overwhelmed me this morning.

And I found myself back at a Psalm I prayed and set music to in a very dark time. Psalm 55.

The first reading brought back many of those dark feelings I now associate with that Psalm. My mantra at that time was “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest…” (vs. 6)

Then, I read your humor post (a little late) over at The Master’s Artist, and I began to think about how silly it was for me to long to have the wings of a dove–God did let me fly away from my tempest–but with those weeny, dovey wings, I have to wonder if it has taken me a lot longer to get where I am than simply staying put and “Casting my cares on the Lord…” like David says later on in his Psalm.

So, I’ll pray for you as you learn to sacrifice your praise at Jesus’ feet…and I’ll pray that he brings many humorous metaphors into your life to lift you up.

Sherri
BJ

Thanks. I needed that this morning.
BJ

Thanks. I needed that this morning.