The darkness of these days is revealing a stark contrast to me: when I read His Word I see inklings of hope, promise for peace to cover anxiety, a way where He holds every loss and brings Himself as a response to the terror we’re seeing.
And I have a suspicion that the growing craving I’ve had for His Word came from His answers to the prayers I prayed four, five and six years ago directly from Psalm 119 (tiny prayers, minute prayers — the kind that fit my stage of life), like:
– Let me not wander from your commandments.
– Open my eyes that I may behold wondrous things from your law.
– Give me life according to your word.
– Enlarge my heart.
– Give me understanding.
– Turn my eyes from looking at worthless things.
– Revive me according to your word.
These are prayers He always says “yes” to.
Friends, as we carry the weight of these days in prayer and watch with grief with an unnerving sense of “what can I do?!”, our insides need this Word. These tiny prayers from Psalm 119 may be the place to awaken our senses to it.
