When I was in the youth group in high school, one of my Sunday School teachers did a lesson on the psalms written by David. In my studies of the psalms, I have noticed a few things about the way David prayed.
1) He didn't spare how he felt or pretend he wasn't angry or hurt when He talked to God.
2) Many of his psalms often changed (and this is what I LOVE about David). At the beginning of many of his psalms, David rants or cries out to God, but by the end of the psalm, He is humbly acknowledging the Lord's control over his situation or claiming the Lord as his Comforter or Healer. He may begin them in despair, but he sees the hope as He wraps them up....a true picture of beauty in brokenness.
3) His prayers are honest and very intimate, showing his deep relationship with the God of the Universe.
So here is my challenge to you...write your own psalms, your own prayers or songs to God. Thank Him, vent, go to Him with your hurt and confusion. It is acknowledgment that He knows it anyway. He knows your heart and mind. Use it as a time of confession, repentance, thanks, and sweet talking with your Savior. Some of my favorite times are praying at night in my bed in the quiet and stillness of the evening...like my own pillow talk with the Lord. So here is my own song I wrote back in April. Read it and then write your own. Make that time sweet with the One who loves you like no one else ever can or will!!!!
All to You
From the place deep within me
where hopes and dreams are born
where desire and passion dwell,
who I am, what I live for.
A childhood dream, a calling
a holy, hot pursuit but at the
price of broken dreams and uncertainty,
I release it to you.
All to You
I walk this trail that You are drawing.
All to You
my fist unclench, my knees are falling.
All to you
refine my dreams, reform my calling.
All to You
I'm giving up, forgive my stalling.
Jesus, I surrender all.
This pressure daily building,
knots within my chest.
A hot and heavy burden
burns and lends no rest.
A loss of joy, so lonely
but then I shift my eyes
to the One who gave my dreams to me
and with whom hope never dies.
All to You
I walk this trail that You are drawing.
All to You
my fist unclench, my knees are falling.
All to you
refine my dreams, reform my calling.
All to You
I'm giving up, forgive my stalling.
Jesus, I surrender all.
No greater joy, nor peace
was ever felt
than to return my dreams to Him
so at His cross I knelt.
The taste of surrender on my lips
sweet freedom, no more guilt.
All to You
I walk this trail that You are drawing.
All to You
my fist unclench, my knees are falling.
All to you
refine my dreams, reform my calling.
All to You
I'm giving up, forgive my stalling.
Jesus, I surrender all.
Jesus, I surrender all.
1) He didn't spare how he felt or pretend he wasn't angry or hurt when He talked to God.
2) Many of his psalms often changed (and this is what I LOVE about David). At the beginning of many of his psalms, David rants or cries out to God, but by the end of the psalm, He is humbly acknowledging the Lord's control over his situation or claiming the Lord as his Comforter or Healer. He may begin them in despair, but he sees the hope as He wraps them up....a true picture of beauty in brokenness.
3) His prayers are honest and very intimate, showing his deep relationship with the God of the Universe.
So here is my challenge to you...write your own psalms, your own prayers or songs to God. Thank Him, vent, go to Him with your hurt and confusion. It is acknowledgment that He knows it anyway. He knows your heart and mind. Use it as a time of confession, repentance, thanks, and sweet talking with your Savior. Some of my favorite times are praying at night in my bed in the quiet and stillness of the evening...like my own pillow talk with the Lord. So here is my own song I wrote back in April. Read it and then write your own. Make that time sweet with the One who loves you like no one else ever can or will!!!!
All to You
From the place deep within me
where hopes and dreams are born
where desire and passion dwell,
who I am, what I live for.
A childhood dream, a calling
a holy, hot pursuit but at the
price of broken dreams and uncertainty,
I release it to you.
All to You
I walk this trail that You are drawing.
All to You
my fist unclench, my knees are falling.
All to you
refine my dreams, reform my calling.
All to You
I'm giving up, forgive my stalling.
Jesus, I surrender all.
This pressure daily building,
knots within my chest.
A hot and heavy burden
burns and lends no rest.
A loss of joy, so lonely
but then I shift my eyes
to the One who gave my dreams to me
and with whom hope never dies.
All to You
I walk this trail that You are drawing.
All to You
my fist unclench, my knees are falling.
All to you
refine my dreams, reform my calling.
All to You
I'm giving up, forgive my stalling.
Jesus, I surrender all.
No greater joy, nor peace
was ever felt
than to return my dreams to Him
so at His cross I knelt.
The taste of surrender on my lips
sweet freedom, no more guilt.
All to You
I walk this trail that You are drawing.
All to You
my fist unclench, my knees are falling.
All to you
refine my dreams, reform my calling.
All to You
I'm giving up, forgive my stalling.
Jesus, I surrender all.
Jesus, I surrender all.
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