May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight.  O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.  – Psalm 19:14

Lately, I have been taking some verses that I have memorized and looking up the context surrounding them.  I remember starting a while back with John 3:16. I was blown away that we only have John 3:16 because a Pharisee named Nicodemus came to Jesus at night and asked questions.  I wondered if that verse would exist if Nicodemus hadn’t had the guts to do that.

Verse 14 is the last verse of Psalm 19.  Here is the first verse: “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.”  This morning, I believe the psalmist is noticing how one can simply look to the skies and see God as the pure, perfect, and amazing Creator that He is.  The skies that He created say absolutely nothing audible, but man they sure do speak and magnificently Glorify Him.  All the psalmist is wanting in verse 14 is for his own life to be like that.  I think he is saying, “Just by existing, I wish I glorified God like that.”

As I sit and contemplate my own heart right now, I don’t like it.  Things just aren’t going my way right now and I’m letting it all get to me.  It isn’t huge things, so don’t go feeling sorry for me.  Honestly, If I listed them out, I would probably roll my own eyes after reading them and say, “Really, Adam?”  I’m just complaining a lot.  I have sins that I thought were put to rest years ago resurfacing and tempting me like crazy.  I feel like a sheep in the midst of wolves.  I know the Good Shepherd will not let them harm me, but dang, they are right there in sight, they are scary, and I know they could absolutely destroy me if that invisible hand lifted.

As I type this WMD, I’m just crazy aware that I’m speaking in God’s Name.  That is terrifying.  How many times has it not been terrifying?  How many times have I written simply to vent my own feelings rather than to honor God?  I don’t know, but am I ever sorry, and man, do I want the words of my mouth to be pleasing to Him right now.  In fact, I’m scratching the WMD I was about to post simply because it is tinged with malice.  You probably wouldn’t even be able to find it, but I know it is there and I hate that it has a place in my heart right now.

Lord, I have seen some amazing sunrises and sunsets.  I love how the heavens glorify You.  Like the psalmist, I want to be like them.  Please help me.  You are the great heart cleaner upper, and mine needs power washed.  May the words of my mouth and the mediation of my heart be pleasing to You, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.