This world is a wearying place. The weight of it all can buckle the knees and cloud the mind. Lord, I look to you. I lift my soul with all its weakness and need and put my trust in you. Don’t let me be put to shame for my faith in you. Rather, strengthen me in your steadfast love.
The enemies of your spoken word have multiplied and want to extinguish your name and all who love it. Don’t let them gain your holy ground!
I live within the mighty walls of your salvation. I look for you – I wait for you to show me the way —to teach me your truth. When you see me, remember your mercy from before time. Remember not my sins but remember—me. Take me by the hand and lead me on the path within your walls of covenantal love. You have pardoned me and given me a glimpse of your might. I bow in holy fear— loved yet understanding yours is an undomesticated power — a feral glory that humbles me with a submissive awe. This is a place of humble petition. You shall pluck my feet out of the net of the enemy when needed. I wait for you.
psalm 25
