Psalm 90: Doodles

Prayers in Time of Pain

 When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O, abide with me.

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If there is anything in this accusation, lead me to fix my view or decision. If there's not, then let it roll off of me so it doesn't weigh me down.

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Let me stand fast to the end like a faithful old soldier or one of the musicians on the Titanic.

Wait. Rest. Trust.

August 2019 was a season of deep grief for me. During this time, the Lord repeatedly brought to my mind these words: Wait. Rest. Trust. This is one of my many wrasslin's with those instructions.

Like a chick
Nestled beneath
Its mother's warm wing,
I hide in Your shadow.

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"Wait. Rest. Trust."
Such simple commands,
So straightforward --
And so my unrest
Frustrates me.
Christ, have mercy.

Fellowship

He found you like He found me:
Empty and hopeless,
At the end of ourselves,
Lost coins hiding in forgotten corners,
Penniless prodigals stealing slop from hogs.

And He breathed life into our dead lungs,
And overwhelmed our darkness with light,
And built us into a body, a temple,
A kingdom where everyone
Is a priest of the Almighty.

Shoulder Day

"Shoulders," I assured Troy,
"Are the secret to marital bliss."

I am kidding
And also
Not kidding.

Another strict dumbbell press:
Tighten,
Flex,
Push up,
Controlled descent.

"I've got the receipts, bro."

I breathe through the reps,
Finish my set,
And hit the elliptical
For active recovery.

5 August 2019