Wendi's Psalm

Have you ever written your own Psalm? Have you made comments like... "OH my God!!!! Why do I have to go through this valley?? How long will it last?"

Well, I have. My heart has been so heavy for the past three years since my sister's death. My world, as I knew it... was shaken, violently shaken and changed forever. Some people around my parts of the world use Hurricane Katrina as a marker so to speak. You might hear them say "Before the storm," or maybe, "After Katrina..." But for me, it's my sister. Life has been so terribly hard and difficult without her. I know she is in Heaven with our Father, but it's the ones left behind that I ache for...

So, why not do as David did? Instead of bottling these emotions, these thoughts and feelings, why not put them on paper? Why not start my own book of memoirs to God?

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So here's Chapter One:

How long Lord...will you let them scoff at your people? They laugh in our faces... do you hear the ridicule? How long will you wait before you will walk in on our behalf?

Your word says who can come against us? Yet, the enemy is all around us. We stand on your word still. We are weak. The battle has been long... how long will you tarry?

Come Lord Jesus, come! You say stand up for those who can't speak up for themselves. You say stand up against the injustices, we do. But we are taunted and disliked...we give away to only be mocked... We are pushed down and spat on.

We stand together in prayer with likeminded. We call on your name, the true God...hear our cry oh Lord! Sound the trumpets! Let all the world know... for your namesake, come through for us... Your word says You hear the cry of the oppressed...hear, o hear the cry of our hearts...

They hate...we love... we love them in their pain, as You love us. They are small and don't understand. They listen to the words of the wicked and cast us out... we are dead to them as the evil one would have it! Our hearts are rent. We are torn. We cry out...we travail before Your feet, and You are unmoved...

But we give it back to You. You can have it all... my heart aches... I am tired; I am hurt. I am dejected. I am too weak and too feeble. I disappoint. I give it back to You, Father God. This is YOUR battle! These are YOUR children!

Your love for little ones is greater than their earthly parents. If we, earthly people, are angered by the little injustices, how much more are You? How much longer do You, o Lord, choose to wait? How much pain must they endure?

How long will we cry? Wipe away our tears, precious Father. Send in the reinforcements! Dispatch the angels! The battle is on!

(The Father's Response)

Sing to your God, O daughter of Zion, and I, the Lord your God, will fight for you!

Stand up! Stand up, I say! Gird yourself with the truth! Do you, o little one, think you are the only one who aches for these precious ones?

I have not left you. I watch closely over the little children. I see the affliction. I see the pain. I am coming. I am coming soon...

Listen, sons and daughters! I have positioned you at your station for a reason! Don't retreat! Your victory is coming! One move to the left or to the right and you will miss it!

Stand tall! You are not weak as you suppose! I have equipped you for a time such as this! Like Esther, I have called you out to intercede for these little ones! Look around you. The reinforcements are gathered round, and there are more coming from afar... more than you can count!

My daughter... hold fast to the Word. Hold fast to the truth. Those who contend with you, contend with me. I am YOUR Father.

Who is it that you say I am? Have you so quickly forgotten?

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That's it so far! That last part...Ouch, right? But that's Big Daddy for you... So, the past week, I've been really meditating on that last thought... "Who is that you say I am?"

Be on the lookout for Chapter Two! And I look forward to reading your "Psalms" to the Lord! God bless!

(Pics of Memphis Weekend and Kent Henry Weekend coming in future posts! Oh and BIG NEWS! I am going to see Priscilla Shirer this weekend in Hattiesburg! Yippee!)