A Sunday Morning Prayer

First, I can't stress it enough that I'm a venter or ranter. This means at times, when I'm feeling emotional, not everything I say or write is solid or entirely based in reality. However, believe it or not, these emotional times are opportunities for issues or insecurities to be flushed out into the open. My previous post is an example of this. Greg's assesment was pretty dead on about good advice mixed with bad. This is why everything needs to be filtered through Jesus Christ and His word. Again I appreciate all of the comments.

Anyway, I was reading the bible this morning came upon the following chapter in Psalms. Until recently I've never been a big fan of Psalms. It never seemed challenging or interesting enough to me. To be honest, for me it was like reading Leviticus. "Alright I'll read it because God must want me to, since it's in the bible". However, this time around Psalms seems different somehow. Like God is just a bit bigger than I used to think and I'm a bit smaller. I don't know if that makes any sense.

Psalm 19

The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.

There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.

In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun,
which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is hidden from its heat.

The law of the LORD is perfect,
reviving the soul.

The statutes of the LORD are trustworthy,
making wise the simple.

The precepts of the LORD are right,
giving joy to the heart.

The commands of the LORD are radiant,
giving light to the eyes.

The fear of the LORD is pure,
enduring forever.

The ordinances of the LORD are sure and altogether righteous.
They are more precious than gold,
than much pure gold;
they are sweeter than honey,
than honey from the comb.
By them is your servant warned;
in keeping them there is great reward.
Who can discern his errors?

Let all who read below say this pray, found in the book of Psalms chapter 19:

Forgive my hidden faults.
Keep your servant also from willful sins;
may they not rule over me.
Then will I be blameless,
innocent of great transgression.
May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight,
O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.