Contentment

When the words of my own prayers escape me, I turn to the Psalms. And once again I am reminded, there are no better prayers I can pray than these. The Psalms take hold of my worry and transform it into worship….my denial into truth…my desperation into hope…my fear into faith…my suspicion into trust.

Personally, I pray Psalm 131 more than any other. In fact, one day as I was whispering these words, I realized I had memorized them.

O Lord, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty;
Nor do I involve myself in great matters,
Or in things too difficult for me.
Surely I have composed and quieted my soul;
Like a weaned child rests against his mother,
My soul is like a weaned child within me.
O Israel, hope in the Lord
From this time forth and forever.

It never fails! Each time, I take hold of my Bible and begin praying the Psalms, something happens. As I pour out the content of my heart, contentment floods my soul.

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