During our Sunday morning service, we had three separate prayer thought reminders on the screen followed by a quiet times of prayer. One thought was something like, “While you pray, praise God for who He is, not just for what he has done.”
Hmm, that takes extra thought. It is so easy to fall into thanking Him for a number of things He has done, both in our personal lives and in the world, but just praising Him for who He is requires more. Adoration, we call it. It might start like this—”I love you Lord. I praise you for being…”
I couldn’t help but think once again about David, the shepherd boy of the 23rd Psalm. I imagined him sitting on the hillside in the evening, the sheep in the fold, the night sky beckoning him to think about the creator of the starry array. He likely said,
O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory above the heavens. Psalm 8:1
Majestic. That was the word that came to my mind during our worship service as I began my prayer of adoration.
David goes on to consider how small he is compared to the heavens above him.
When I consider the heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him. Psalm 8:3-4
How insignificant we can feel when we take in a starry night in a wide open location. Or a great wild field.
My mind goes back to vacation trips as a child when we went to visit Grandpa and Grandma on the farm in Missouri each summer. I realize it wasn’t Disneyland, but I loved those trips—shucking the dried corn to feed the chickens, playing with the kittens when they they came out from under the porch, and taking rides on Grandpa’s tractor. Those were real treats for this city girl.
One day, I would go over to the fence and sing to the cows. They stopped and looked at me. I had an audience! So I sang and sang to them and they stared right back. I smiled with delight.
Sometime during the stay I would walk out to the field and just stand and look at the wheat as it blew in the wind like golden waves. Everything felt spacious and earthy. I could sense God’s presence. It was one a few times in my life when I snapped an imaginary camera in my mind to capture and hold on to a particular moment.
Well, look at me. I didn’t even get to verse 4 and I’ve used up all my self-appointed word count. We’ll get back to David’s hillside wondering next week. Just know that he begins and ends this lovely Psalm with…
O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! Psalm 8:9
~ Joyce ~