Unless I'm in a hurry, before I write my post I read the new posts of the blogs I follow in my blogger feed. Two of my blogging friends are starting something similar to what I'm doing, today! That was a pretty awesome thing.
They are committing to write every day for this month, on getting deeper in God's words and plans for them. I already write everyday, unless I can't get to a computer or something, and I usually make it up later.
I have, however, decided to sign up for their 31 day challenge... hoping they'll forgive me that my own will go for 150 days! I'm going through the Psalms. For the next 150 days, I'm going to take a Psalm a day and meditate on it, pray it, whatever I feel God is calling me to do. I could write about what I see in it, do a study on original languages, or whatever. Today I took it and I turned it into a prayer.
I'm going to do this everyday until I'm done. At the end of each week I'll do a link-up, so my fellow bloggers out there can take one psalm out of the psalms of the week (or all seven, if they want) and read and reflect on it as well.
This won't be the only blogging I'll be doing, but obviously it'll be the majority of it.
So without further ado, Psalm 1, as I prayed it back to God in my own language and way:
Lord, joyful are those who do not listen to wicked advice, who avoid company that might tempt them to sin, and who do not join in mocking those they should love. (Let me be one of them!)
That way, I pray, I shall delight in Your word, meditating on it day and night. (Thank you, Lord Jesus, for letting me meditate on it now.)
Let me be like a tree planted along the riverbank.(Let my roots be nourished by Your living water, let my leaves absorb Your Light.)
That I may bear fruit in each season of my life. That I might have life eternal, which is knowing you.
A tree like that, its leaves never wither, it prospers in everything. (Let me be such a tree)
Let me not be like the wicked, like on who does not seek Your face.
They are more like the chaff of wheat than trees; they are scattered by a breeze.
Lord, I know they will be condemned at the time of judgment (My heart aches for them. I know I am not so different from them-- indeed, the only difference is You!
But I do have you, and You are Holy.)
Because of that, the wicked will not have a place amongst the godly.
(Indeed, I myself would have no place in Your presence except for Your Holy Blood. Thank you, and have mercy on me!)
I know you watch over the path of the godly (those who You have drawn to Yourself and pour grace on.)
The path of the wicked leads to destruction.
(Help me help some of them find the shelter of Your wings!)