Psalm 3... "I call out to God" from verse 4 jumps off the page. I silently repeat the phrase. The Psalmist was in trouble. He cried out to God from deep in his soul. Do I ever really call out to God? Do I reach out to God in desperation form deep places?
I whisper the words, "I call out to You Lord." But my whisper lacks passion. I speak the words; it's not enough. I speak louder, but still it's not what is needed.
On my feet now, shouting... ABBA FATHER! MY REDEEMER! MY SUSTAINER! MY SHIELD! MY GOD! MY ROCK! MY FORTRESS! I CALL OUT TO YOU!!!
Something breaks lose inside my spirit, and I am in His presence!
Posted on
Thu, November 3, 2011
by Chris Spitters