Psalm 23 re-imagined for times of desolation. A very honest prayer.
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Psalm 23 re-imagined for times of desolation. A very honest prayer.
I agree with Your truth, Father, that You are present to me, that I am carefully and deliberately and intentionally and reverently and wonderfully made. Reverently made.
And I there looking out at all that wasn’t, unfeeling toward all that was, is—but ready, beneath the boundaries of unconscious thought for an invitation whispered by the Shade at my right hand.
An arrangement of the Book of Hebrews for the worship of Jesus and the encouragement of the Body.
Apart from You, Jesus, I am uncreated wilderness, formless and empty, dark. On the brink of creation, on the brink of Your birth, in this Advent season of held-breath waiting, we invite Your Word to speak to us in our poverty and need.