The Psalm Spinner

The musicians hung their harps from the willows that grew beside the river. They did not break them apart, but the harps had no music left in them for the time being. Someday, our joy will be replayed.

A man begins each day assuming he will be granted another. He trusts that tomorrow will arrive, just as it always has. He tosses a ball into the air; never truly certain he will be there for its return. His accounts accrue interest only to be enjoyed by his inheritors; the bounty from his orchard will be served on another’s plate. How can he not see that today is the only day he truly has? The sun may set today on a life that will not see it rise again.

Dedicate each day to the Lord the moment you arise from your bed. Ask Him for guidance, and He will gladly guide you. Trust Him completely, and watch as He makes your righteousness. Stay calm, and don’t let the prosperity of others bother you. You might be upset because you don’t think they deserve it, but remember that God measures value according to standards beyond the world’s. So, rest in the Lord; wait patiently for Him. Get honest with yourself and uncover the cause of

Lord, why does this journey seem endless? I’m tired, Father, and my heart hurts. My exhausted body recoils from sleep when I lie down for the night. I can’t look forward to the dawn with any more hope than yesterday. I close my eyes and see my enemies triumph at everything they touch. My journey of faith seems to hit every pothole and speed trap on this highway! So... when are we going to get there?

God's wonders abound—from nature's beauty to divine protection. His eternal justice will prevail, offering a safe harbor for the faithful amidst a rebellious world.

Psalm 40:2 ​ He also brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, And set my feet upon a rock and established my steps....

Psalm 22:15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, And My tongue clings to My jaws; You have brought Me to the dust of death....

Psalm 119:51 The proud have me in great derision, yet I do not turn aside from Your law. Author's note: The following meditations are...

Let every trap be their grave; every trick be their tomb; every con be their crypt. Put an exclamation point in front of their burial chamber, Lord. Let the hunters become the hunted, Father. Let these birds of prey be shot with the arrows made of the feathers from their own bodies. Let sin overthrow sin.

Without You in their lives, Father, they literally see no injustice in the World. No longer is there a bold line between “Right” and “Wrong.” They have zero fear of repercussions. They buried the humility You initially planted within them and polished their pride to a flash before earthly eyes. Without You, Lord, they have no checks and no balances. They want none!

Psalm 8:2 "Out of the mouth of babes and nursing infants You have ordained strength, because of Your enemies, that You may silence the...

• In their efforts, humanity must be making You laugh, Father. I’m sure You’re constantly stifling a snicker at Man’s impotence, failing to grasp his genuine fragility in the universe. What power does the Earth have over Heaven?