He Heals the Brokenhearted

                                                                     Psalm 147:1-11

 

December 18, 2022

 

He Heals the Brokenhearted

Praise the Lord!

For it is good to sing praises to our God; for it is pleasant, and a song of praise is fitting.  The Lord builds up Jerusalem; he gathers the outcasts of Israel.   He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.  He determines the number of the stars; he gives to all of them their names.  Great is our Lord, and abundant in power; his understanding is beyond measure.  The Lord lifts up the humble; 
he casts the wicked to the ground.  Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving; make melody to our God on the lyre!  He covers the heavens with clouds; he prepares rain for the earth; he makes grass grow on the hills.   He gives to the beasts their food, and to the young ravens that cry.  His delight is not in the strength of the horse, nor his pleasure in the legs of a man,  but the Lord takes pleasure in those who fear him, in those who hope in his steadfast love.

 

Dear Father, I am your witness of Your power, last night I was having a hard time breathing and my blood pressure was on the high side, I called to you and you opened my air passages, and lowered my blood pressure, and I was able to sleep, You are my refuge.  

 

Father, I find great joy in that our singing hymns bring pleasure to You,  I sure hope that our being off-tune and not getting all the words right are ok, and I know it is for You are so fond of us.  Dear God, I am so glad You gather the outcasts and heal the brokenhearted for this world does not pity them.

 

Father, it is amazing but it should not be how You have numbers and given names to the stars.  We are told they are in the millions, but then I am reminded that you know when a sparrow falls to the ground, and number the hairs of our heads.  And we say; Great is our Lord, and abundant in power; his understanding is beyond measure.  

 

Father as Jan and I look forward to a New Year, let us be mindful of all the bless you have given us this past year, to spend time in fellowship with our friends and neighbors, to have time with family, and to be blessed in not only the reading of Your Word, but asking You to give us the courage to trust and obey and look to You, for all our needs.  And let all who call you Father, remember these words; the Lord takes pleasure in those who fear him, in those who hope in his steadfast love.

 

From the Back Porch,

 

Bob Rice