Psalm 61
Grief is a bottomless depth that can swallow everything, unless we follow the mooring lines to an unsinkable stone. http://ref.ly/Ps61;niv2011
Psalm 60
The threat of pain can force retreat and fret our souls to the grave. The breath of God brings the promise of life and victory when dark powers hover. Psalm 60
Psalm 59
When I feel like God is snoozing though my troubles, I sneak downstairs to find Him. And catch Him wide awake. http://ref.ly/Ps59;niv2011
Psalm 58
Despair wasn't designed for the oppressed. It was made and packaged with care, dated and signed, for the oppressor. http://ref.ly/Ps58;niv2011
Psalm 57
When trouble makes me a leaf on a wiper blade I should say, "Your goodness covers everything." I'll get free. http://ref.ly/Ps57;niv2011
King Gary
He descended from the Prices of Albion, Michigan - a humble lineage if any. He descended the Mississippi river to the namesake state: a dry, yankee fish; descended from a radar technician to a night watchman, from a full-fingered man to an amputee, from a boisterous firebrand who played a mean hand of Spades to a wafer in a hospital bed, gagging at the wretched machines. Then, he finally ascended. "There shall be no night there: They need no lamp nor light of the sun, for the Lord God gives them light. And they shall reign forever and ever." - Revelation 22:5
4.5
4.5 A gasp and a cry. Thumping up steep stairs. (Too steep. Stupid builders!) “Creak,” shouts the landing. The end of the hallway groans. Shuddering with sobs, my boy is waiting for a savior. “Jesus is keeping you safe.” Fears stilled. We douse the bedside lamp. Darkness pounces, never slinks, into the room. A preschool imagination fires a million synaptic candles. Sleep quenches them - one then 10... Later I pause at the door. Hairs on my neck exalt themselves - What if he’s not alone? The panic of a four-and-a-half year old throttles me. And ghouls and goblins and bad guys and grey wolves parade through the…
Psalm 56
Grace should infuse trust, like sun tea on the back porch. But when it comes out thin, it tastes like fear. http://ref.ly/Ps56;niv2011
Psalm 55
The wound of a good friend runs deep. But when I complain without trust it festers and threatens gangrene. http://ref.ly/Ps55;niv2011
Psalm 54
We want to define fair and nail our declarations to fragile walls on crippled frames. There's bedrock underneath. http://ref.ly/Ps54;esv