Psalms and Songs

Dearest - the weekend was relaxing and a time to reflect.

I was thinking about King David in quiet times last night. He wrote fantastic psalms and songs. As I sing my own praise songs to You, I think how stupid people may think it is. Yet, I think back to a shepherd boy with his sheep - camping out singing praises to his creator. You led him from pastures to Goliath.

His songs of praise soothed a king's trouble soul. As he ran from the same king - my mind takes me to him, once again, camping outside. Fearing for his life, hiding in caves, he offered praise. He had a lot of friends and help with him, but ultimately, what mattered most was his relationship with You. Battered down, hiding and protected under the shelter of Your wing - he sang songs of praise, fear and despondency. He was honest and open with his words.

Thank you for examples from long ago - that encourage me to offer up my prayers and praise. For tonight's study - open my hears and heart to understand words from across the table. Set a guard over my lips. Draw us out to be courageous and open. Prepare our way to make the study sweet and inviting. Love, Me