MEDITATIONS
FROM THE PSALMS
January 12, 2005
Reading
“O You
who hear prayer” Ps 65:2
Take delight, my soul, in the confidence of the
Psalmist as he addresses his God. If the enemy lies about anything, he lies
about this. How often would circumstances tell you otherwise? When you pour out
your heart to such a gracious God for the healing of a loved one and He does
not answer, are you are tempted to assume that He did not hear? How sorely
mistaken you are when you think He did not hear simply because He did not
answer the way you wanted Him to. God hears every prayer of His children. The
promises of God’s Word do not say He will answer according to your will.
There is not a heartache of which your loving God
is unaware; no tear falls to the ground without the knowledge of the Holy
Spirit, the Divine Comforter. When His disciples asked Jesus how to pray, He
taught them to say, “Thy will be done.” In this your Master was again the
supreme Example. “Father, if it is Your will, take
this cup away from Me; nevertheless not My will, but Yours, be done.” Make this
a part of your every prayer—Your will be done.
What a contrast to gods created by the imaginations
of men’s hearts and constructed by their hands—
“They have mouths, but
they do not speak;
Eyes they have, but they
do not see;
They have ears, but they
do not hear;
Noses they have, but they
do not smell;
They have hands, but they
do not handle;
Feet they have, but they
do not walk;
Nor do they mutter through
their throat.
Ps 115:5-7.
Satan would have you believe in and worship “dumb
idols” thereby keeping you from knowing Him who hears every prayer. My soul, take great comfort in the knowledge that you have been
made righteous in Jesus Christ, for “The eyes of the LORD are on the righteous,
and His ears are open to their cry” Ps 34:15.
Lord, when I bend before Thy throne,
And my confessions pour;
Teach me to feel the sins I own,
And hate what I deplore.
When I make known my needs in prayer,
May I my will resign;
And may no thought my bosom share,
Which is not truly Thine.
Let faith each meek petition fill,
And bear it to the skies;
Teach Thou my heart ‘tis goodness still,
That grants it, or denies